The judge had the ruddy face and jowls of a man who might have drunk a touch more than was healthy.
The first words Jack heard his son utter since the day the Cubs won the Series was “Yes, sir, your honor,” when he was asked if he understood the charges.
There was a bailiff, two deputies, a court stenographer, a flag, a state seal, a bench, a man, and his son.
Three strangers sat in the back.
Today, the judge asked if anyone wished to speak before he read Jack’s son’s sentence.
Jack’s head swung to the strangers.
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