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“Skole, Your Honor. Skole, Rumky, Ratliff, Bodini, and Zacharias.”<br />
“Sorry I asked. Continue.”<br />
“And we represent the interests of the two minor children of Ramona and Ian Dafoe,<br />
grandchildren of the deceased.”<br />
“Okay. Anyone else?”<br />
Necks craned and eyes scanned the crowd. Judge Atlee did some quick math and said,<br />
“A dozen. I count eleven lawyers so far, and there is no reason to believe there won’t be<br />
more.” He shuffled some papers and looked at the spectators in the courtroom. To his<br />
left, behind Jake and Lettie, there was a crowd of black people, including Simeon, their<br />
kids and grandkids, some cousins and aunts, Cypress, a preacher, and a lot of friends,<br />
old and new, who were there to provide moral support for Lettie as she took the first<br />
step in fighting for what was rightfully hers. To His Honor’s right, across the aisle,<br />
behind the throng of lawyers gearing up to oppose the last will, there was a crowd of<br />
white people, including Ian and Ramona and their two children; Herschel and his two<br />
kids; his ex-wife, though she was on the back row as far away as possible; Dumas Lee<br />
and another reporter; and the usual collection of courthouse regulars who rarely missed<br />
a trial or a contested hearing. Deputy Prather stood at the main door, sent there by<br />
Ozzie to hear it all and report back later. Lucien Wilbanks sat on the back row on the<br />
black side, partially hidden by a beefy young man in front of him. He and Atlee went<br />
back many years, and Lucien did not want to be a distraction.<br />
Minutes before they began, Jake had attempted to politely introduce himself to<br />
Herschel and Ramona, but they had rudely turned their backs. He was the enemy now,<br />
not their father. Ian in particular looked as if he might throw a punch. Their teenage<br />
children were turned out in the finest preppy fashions and gave every impression of<br />
bearing the arrogance of inherited wealth. Herschel’s two children, on the contrary,<br />
were ill-kempt and grungy. Just days earlier, the four had been too busy to attend the<br />
funeral of their beloved grandfather. Now, though, their priorities had suddenly shifted.<br />
Jake figured the lawyers had impressed upon the families the need for the kids to be<br />
there, to be seen, to be closely identified with the consequences of the court’s actions. A<br />
waste of time, in his opinion, but then the stakes were high.<br />
At the moment, in a crowded courtroom, Jake felt very alone. Next to him, Russell<br />
Amburgh was uncooperative, hardly civil, and planning a quick exit from the<br />
proceedings. Behind him, only inches away, sat Lettie, a person he thought he could talk<br />
to. She, though, was being guarded by a couple of pit bull lawyers who were ready for<br />
an alley fight over the fortune. And these were the people on his side of the room!<br />
Across the aisle, an entire pack of hyenas was waiting to pounce.<br />
Judge Atlee said, “I’ve read both wills. We will proceed with the last one, the<br />
handwritten will dated October 1. A petition to probate it was filed on October 4. Mr.<br />
Brigance, you will begin the administration of the estate as required by law—posting<br />
the notification to creditors, filing a preliminary inventory, and so on. I expect this to be<br />
done promptly. Mr. Amburgh, I understand you wish to step aside.”<br />
Amburgh slowly stood and said, “That’s right, Judge. I have no stomach for this. As<br />
the executor I would be required to take an oath in which I swear that this is the valid