When he saw us coming, he got up and brushed lint that wasn’t there off his trousers.

“You didn’t have to drag Hannah out of bed for this, Ellen,” Richard said loudly.

“The judge is just going to send us to mediation.”

A few people waiting in the hall turned to look at us.

“We’re not here for mediation,” Claire said.

Richard rolled up the morning program in his hand and rubbed the back of his neck with it.

He looked at Hannah, who stepped behind my shoulder.