TWENTY
The courtroom doors exploded open. A young woman and her lawyer emerged from the wood paneled courtroom.
“Thank-you, Mr. Paige,” the young woman said.
“Well, Miss Stevens, you should not overlook the fact that you were responsible for taking your case seriously enough to convince Judge Dixon and the prosecutor that you have made the changes necessary to turn the page.”
“But I could never have done it without you, Mr. Paige.” She gave him a full body hug. “Now that we have resolved my case, can you call me Cyllvia now?”
Oliver grinned. He had become fond of his client in a platonic fashion. “OK,” he said, as he pulled out of the firm embrace by his client. “I will call you Cyllvia now.” He smiled a broad grin of satisfaction.
William Pennoyer stepped out of the courtroom
