A Lake Norman Vacation Property and Two Hundred Fifty Thousand Dollars
We found the courtroom on the second floor.
Thomas was already seated at the plaintiff’s table, his legal pad lined up with the edge of the wood and his pen lying next to it at a perfect right angle.
He rose when he saw us and pulled my chair out.
“Ms.
Whitcomb.
Mrs.
Whitcomb.” He nodded toward the stroller.
“And our guest of honor.”
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