A Judge Sat at the Defense Table in Her Own Courtroom as Her Parents Tried to Sue Her

was entirely still. The Spotify playlist continued with a soft guitar song that nobody was hearing. Uncle Frank leaned forward. Cousin Mike set his beer on the table. My grandmother’s hands lay flat in front of her, very still.

My mother was staring at the folder. The color had left her face in stages, and she whispered: where did you get that.

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