“He told me you were someone from his office who needed help.”

She nodded slowly.

Then the baby rolled under her coat, a long, slow turn, and she laid her hand over the spot without glancing down.

“If I fight them,” she said, “I’m a waitress with one bank account and a baby coming.

They have a law firm.”

“Then we get you a lawyer before they get you a judge.” I turned the phone around and pushed it back to her.

“Send me that file.