Welcome! The word prompt this week is "yellow". This is another installment in the continuing story. The civil lawsuit has been cancelled in favor of criminal charges filed against Hack. Now he's facing his court appearance.
THE RESCUED HEART
“He was speeding and reckless on that bike…” Rory
spat out.
“The bike got out of control…I couldn’t help it.
The breaks malfunctioned,” Hack returned.
“The breaks? Hah! It was you!” She pointed her
finger at him.
“Me?”
“Order! Quiet! Quiet!”
“But he…”
“Settle down or I’ll find you in contempt of
court!” The Judge raised his voice.
Rory slumped sullenly down into her chair.
“Your honor, I’ve been railroaded here…”
“Sit down, Dr. Roberts! The same applies to
you.”
Hack’s face registered shock.
The judge tapped on his desk with his yellow pencil. “Gentlemen,
please control your clients. This trial has become a circus. Disrespectful,
out-of-control…outbursts. I’ve had enough. Now you’ll both listen to me…and the
first one to open his,” the judge looked at Hack, “or her,” he turned to glare
at Rory, “mouth is going to jail. Is that clear?”
Hack and Rory nodded.
“Now! I believe I have the facts straight here. Officer
Maloney made it clear. I’m ready to make my ruling. This is the third case of
reckless bicycle behavior in the park in this court this month. I’m sick of arrogant bicyclists. Dr. Roberts, you have injured Miss
Sampson to the point where she can’t make a living. So you’re going to pay her
rent for three months.”
“What?” Hack said.
“Watch it, Doctor!” The judge warned.
Hack’s lawyer, put his hand on his client’s
shoulder.
“And that’s not all. Ms. Sampson is also a writer.
She cannot type with a broken arm. I believe you come from the Roberts real
estate family, am I right, Dr?”
Hack nodded.
“Good. Now I could make you pay for a typist to
come to Miss Sampson’s house every day. But that wouldn’t be punishment enough.
That’s a walk in the park – if you’ll pardon my pun – for you. You’ll make
restitution personally…feel it enough so you’ll never be careless on your bike
again. So I’m directing you to show up at Miss Sampson’s apartment Monday
through Friday from ten a.m. until three to type her book.”
“But Your Honor…I work, I’m a vet.”
“You personally,
Doctor Roberts. You either survive without working for two months or...you can
go to jail for a year.”
“But your Honor…”
“I could make it three months…”
“No! no!”
The judge banged his gavel. “Okay, you want three
months. You got it.”
“I’ve got to have him in my house for three
months!” Rory exclaimed, rising out of her seat.
“One more word, Ms. Sampson, and I’ll cite you for
contempt. You wanted help. Now you’ve got it.
Court is adjourned.”
As people filed out of the court room, Rory sat
glued to the bench, staring straight ahead. Hack, his head in his hands, didn’t
move.
“You’ve ruined my life,” he moaned.
“Me?” She turned to look at him. “To have your
arrogant, lascivious ass breathing down my neck…”
“I’d almost rather go to jail.”