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Show 153 found seats and, simultaneously, the juvenile judge entered from behind the platform. When the big hand of the court clock snapped to attention on the twelve, the bailiff announced that the hearing was in session. Minutes aged as the judge studied Dyna's file. He was even more formidable than she remembered. Strong of jaw, his hair the color of ashes, he still looked invincible. Does he remember me7 she worried. Does he_ remember how sassy 1 was a_ year ago when he first asked 'why7' "For kicks," she'd answered, which was partly true, but which was too flip for the occasion. At last the judge opened his mouth, but his first words were spoken to the girl clerk at his right. "Let*8 go on the record with this now, Miss Simmons." Then he was looking directly at Dyna. "I believe you are Dyna Rae Suggs." "Yes, Sir," she answered, her voice barely audible. "You'll have to speak up if I'm to hear you." Speak up, speak up! she could hear him say to the thousands of juveniles cowering here ahead of her. "Yessir!" she repeated, loud enough this time. "Do you reside at 931 South, 5th East in this city?" "Yes, Sir." "And are you the grandmother, Mllian Suggs?" "Yes I am," Gram answered firmly. Judge Kranes spread the file in front of him and adjusted his glasses, "The bailiff has been notified and Mrs. Suggs has already given her permission to admit visitors to the court today. Do you have any objections, Dyna?" |