I passed the office and a small group of lawyers, go to wait for trial outside, I feel that my heel click against marble floor is. All echo in these places, travel and you move hallway lined with the rise of the painting, the judge and the old President. The time to feel heavy, minutes weighted down sorrow and anxiety.
I found my customers sit on the bench of a church, hang on the wall. My client smiled and stood in when he saw me. A minute later, he stood up and put his wallet from behind pocket, then he carefully removed a small photo from transparent plastic casing, rough hands craze, along the fists from construction work.
