They Laughed At Me In Court Until The Judge Learned Who I Really Was

Marwick laughed. “On what grounds? The girl’s a mess. Did you see her in my courtroom? Greasy hair. Smelled like bacon. An insult to the bench itself.”

My father chuckled. “She thinks the apron is a shield.”

“It’s a target,” Marwick said. “I hate that whole class of people. No discipline. No lineage. If she can’t respect the court enough to wear a suit,continue reading …