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“If Wilk had sit in on a typical Yale investigating session, he might have seen one like the one I will describe to you. Get this picture. Mia and I are both sitting before three experienced, professional investigators in a New Haven office. Mia insists I molested Dylan, claiming poor Dylan was so upset by the abuse that she instantly went into the next room and into the arms of her sister Lark, who she would go to for comfort. Mia described in detail how Dylan embraced Lark, shaken by the experience, and poured her heart out to her sister, who calmed her. I, cagey fox that I was, listened carefully to Mia dramatize the story to the investigators, and waited to play my ace. I said "You're telling me Dylan was so traumatized that she fled weeping into the embrace of Lark?" Mia stood her ground, rubbing in the child's need for succor by her older sibling. "Why do you ask?" the investigators queried me. "Because," I said, rising like Lincoln ready to do his bit about no full moon, just a waning moon that night. "Because," I explained, "Lark was not in Connecticut when you alleged that happened. She was in New York, so how could Dylan have run and embraced her?" An awkward silence filled the air and Mia, scrambling for a reply and thinking on her feet, says, "I know Lark was in New York at the time but Dylan embraced her spiritually.”