My Grandma Asked Why I Wasn’t Living in “My” House—Three Days Later, My Parents Went Pale

of constitutional question that would set precedent for years. My sister’s drama, by contrast, required none of my attention at all.

My clerk Marcus knocked softly at the door. “Judge Rivera, the Henderson oral arguments are scheduled for two o’clock. Do you need anything before we head to the courtroom?”

“I’m fine, Marcus. Thank you.”

He hesitated in continue reading …