Chapter 23
MY PHONE RANG on a Thursday afternoon a couple of weeks later, and Marjorie said, “Mr. Barnett from Atlanta on line two, boss.”
I punched the appropriate button and said, “Good afternoon, Charles. What can I do for you?”
“Can you and Rion come to Atlanta two weeks from Friday?”
“Give me a minute to check my calendar, but I’m pretty sure I don’t have anything scheduled in court that week.”
“Good,” he said, “because I want to schedule a court date for you up here.”
“The adoption?” I said.
“Yes. I have a very friendly judge in the suburbs who’ll sign off on it in a heartbeat, but he’s not friendly enough to do it sight unseen.”
“Nor would I want him to be,” I said. “I don’t have anything going on in court that week, and Rion has enough control over his schedule that it shou
