“We’ll see you in front of the judge at two o’clock.”

I turned and walked away from the mahogany table.

I followed my wife out the door into the bright bank lobby.

Mark sat alone at the conference table while Carl gathered up the signed court injunction papers.

Carl snapped his leather briefcase shut and pointed Mark toward the glass doors of the bank lobby.

Three hours later, at two o’clock, we sat at a heavy mahogany table in the Oak Creek Circuit Court chamber.

The room smelled of floor wax and old paper.