The Judge Walked Past His Own Family To Speak To Me

the room. People trying to decide if they should laugh.

Margaret Bellamy didn’t wait for anyone.

She held out both hands and I took them before I thought about it.

“We watched your testimony,” she said. “Twice.”

Now the room really went still.

My father blinked hard. “Testimony?”

The judge finally turned, looking at the crowd with mild surprise, as if he continue reading …