Willa took Abby's hand and slipped back into the courtroom, sitting in the furthest corner. She studied the room. Judge Jonstone was presiding. He was older and balding, with a bushy mustache and pale and freckly skin. His thick glasses perched on his narrow nose below his bushy gray eyebrows.
His clerk was a middle aged woman with short blond hair and large breasts that jiggled in her professional blouse as she reached for paperwork.
The bailiff was a younger hispanic man with a crew cut. Around the room were perhaps a dozen people waiting for their cases to be heard. Willa pondered her next move, wondering how she could cut the judge down a peg. The judge spoke, "Okay, lets hear the matter of Sissy Mitner," the judge stated. From one of the benches a chubby african american woman stood and walked towards the front of the room, her large ass wiggling in her tight pants.
"So Sissy, you want to petition to have your name changed? I think it's a perfectly good name for a person like you."
The court gasped at the judges rudeness and Sissy looked embarrassed. Judge Jonstone was widely known as a cruel and harsh judge, so it was not surprising. Willa wanted to make him feel the way he made others feel. She targeted him for a sentence. It read "This judge looks down on people who are not wealthy."