A White Mercedes Pulled Up to Gate Six on a Tuesday Afternoon Without a Permit
“Your children are in school here.
That’s a real cost.
Think about it.”
I stood.
“Ma’am, I need to get back to Gate Six.”
“Then get back to Gate Six.”
The legal office smelled like copy toner and old carpet.
A clerk handed me a blue folder with a sticky tab that said civil damages.
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