Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

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Julian watched the tip of the pen move across the paper in absolute silence.

The silence stretched until the court clerk took the folder back, her rubber-soled shoes squeaking on the courtroom linoleum as she carried the signed dismissal away.

By two o’clock, we were assembled in Raymond’s office on North Main Street, where the scent of old paper continue reading …