Sycamore Row - John Grisham

“In due course,” Jake said.
“I want it now.”
“Well, you’re not getting it now.”
“Then I’ll sue.”
“Fine. I’ll defend.”
“And I’ll preside,” Judge Atlee said. “I’ll give you a trial date in about four years.”
Portia could not suppress a chuckle. Ozzie said, “Judge, are we finished? If so, I need
to drive Mr. Sistrunk back to Memphis. Seems he’s stranded down here. Plus, he and I
have a few things to discuss.”
“You’ll hear from me again. This is not the last word,” Sistrunk growled at Lettie.
“I’m sure of that,” Jake said.
“Take him away,” Judge Atlee said. “Preferably to the state line.”
The meeting was adjourned.