The Judge Walked Past His Own Family To Speak To Me

its own heat, and I had been dodging it for months.

Judge Bellamy touched the back of the empty chair beside mine.

“May we?”

“Of course.”

The two of them sat at my table as if it had been reserved for them all along.

That caused actual confusion. A server near the wall nearly clipped a champagne flute because he jerked so hard trying to reroute.

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