“She brought a plastic cup into court,” Madeline said.

“Gregory, look at that.

A plastic cup.”

The cup came from the bakery.

Enzo had filled it with ice water that morning and wouldn’t take my dollar, and then he’d asked whether I could look over a lease notice once court was done.

Gregory chuckled.

“Seven years in that house, and she strolls in here like a process server.”

A woman in a green scarf turned her head our way.