Samuel Reed Kept an Old Wooden Bat Behind the Pantry Door for Twenty Years
“This advocate will sit with you at the hearing.
She’ll know the magistrate’s forms better than his own clerk does.”
Claire looked at me.
I rubbed my thumb against my index finger.
“What does it cost?” I asked.
“Nothing,” Evelyn said.
“The state pays the advocate.
You pay for copies and parking.”