An Ostrich-Plumed Hat: Chapter Seventy-Nine

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Hedda Burgemeister, January 1915

Dear Lucile Bremer went to Hedda’s house to retrieve clothes for Hedda to wear to the courthouse. A black skirt with a tailored gray suit coat, and, to Hedda’s relief, a hat with a heavy black veil are laid out on the narrow bed.

Barefoot and wearing only her slip, Hedda shivers in the drafty cell. She makes no move for the clothes. She cannot.

The jail matron, Mrs. Brooks, enters her cell.

“We have to get you dressed, Miss Burgemeister. You do not want to miss this hearing. It’s your key to get out of this place. To go home where you can rest undisturbed and gain your strength back.”

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An Ostrich-Plumed Hat: Chapter Seventy-Eight

Above, Bexar County Jail, San Antonio Express-News

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Emma Dumpke Daschel, December 1914

“Finally, we can pack our bags, get back to our lives and put San Antonio far behind us,” says Heinrich.

“It’s such a relief that the Grand Jury recognized my innocence, but what of Hedda?”

“Of course, Hedda’s going to have to stand trial. She shot a man. Dead. She fired not one bullet through him, but three.”

“She shot him, but she didn’t commit murder, Heinrich. And how can one of Otto Koehler’s business partners serve as foreman of the Grand Jury?”

“John Stevens? I have no idea, Emmy. It appears a conflict to me, but maybe they just do things differently in Texas.”

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