11 ½ months later…
Isaiah
The courtroom was a small, informal room. The judge sat at a regular desk, dressed in a brown suit with a yellow tie. There was no place for a jury, or even a witness stand, just a little table for the court recorder, and a long table, the kind that could be folded up.
We all sat at the long table. My social worker, Gabe’s lawyer, Mr. Brooks, Jeanie, Gabe and me. Jeanie was wearing a beautiful blue dress, and Gabe and I were wearing matching suits, with blue ties that matched Jeanie’s dress.
All the other people who had come for the proceedings had to wait outside.
The judge looked up and smiled. “Today is a good day,” he said loudly. “It’s not every day that I get to preside over a case like this.” He cleared his throat loudly. “Mr. Isaiah Harvey, are you p
