Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

polished oak benches and the sharp, vinegar scent of industrial glass cleaner.

Julian stood near the brass water fountain, his heavy wool overcoat unbuttoned and his blue silk necktie slightly crooked at the collar.

“Mother, wait,” he said, stepping directly into my path as Raymond and I walked toward the tall double doors of Courtroom Four.