CHAPTER 3
You'd think that after more than a decade of practicing law, I could get the timing down. I'm not talking about all the deadlines for discovery, mediation and trial prep--I have that under control, but I seem to have lost the knack for getting to court on time. It was Tuesday morning, I had a calendar call at 9:15, and what should have been a breezy morning was turning into anything but. Between ignoring my alarm clock and spending way too much time on my messy, impossible hair, I was so far behind schedule that I was stressing over which traffic lights were the longest and how I could avoid them. It wouldn't have been a problem had I been going to the Hollywood courthouse, but my hearing was at the main courthouse and downtown Fort Lauderdale was ten miles away.
It was already
