Thirteen
I BELIEVE IN MIRACLES.
But I know God doesn’t always grant them.
Which is why I’m saddened, but not surprised, when Angela’s prediction comes true.
I am in the courtroom as Angela argues in vain for the judge not to grant Richard Davenport’s attorney’s motions for dismissal. Richard sits next to his lawyer through the entire hearing. At one point, he glances at me and smiles. His smile turns to a leer when he sees who is next to me.
In spite of my best efforts, I could not keep Gladys from coming.
After the judge bangs his gavel, Richard stands up and shakes his lawyer’s hand, a look of triumph on his face. Joanna Pine, wearing a short, light blue dress, hugs and kisses him. He looks in our direction and grins.
I glance at Gladys. Her gaze is fixed on him. He returns her ga
