Cole stood in the doorway, his suit jacket off and his white shirt open at the neck.

“This is unauthorized entry, Judge Bennett.

You have no legal right to be in my private residence.”

“This residence is still marital property under state law,” my father said, his voice quiet and measured.

“My daughter is collecting her personal clothing and the medical supplies her six-month-old babies need.”

“I pay the twenty-two-thousand-dollar monthly mortgage on this floor,” Cole said, stepping into the room with his chin up.

“Your judicial authority ended at the county line when you retired, Richard.