Truth Be Told (Part Three)

Take it from me, there’s nothing quite like the sinking sensation you feel as you realize you just chimed in on a rhetorical question asked by a judge in their own court.   And even before the judge could turn a baleful eye upon me, both sets of lawyers were glancing down at their seating charts to get my name and furiously scribbling notes beside it.

Then the judge’s baleful eye reached me.  “Like what?” I was asked.

Now, at this point, my options were some variation of “shrivel up and die,” or alternatively, to do what is genteelly referred to as “palavering.”

I chose to palaver.

How much worse could I make it for myself after all?

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