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own. I ask again–is this your card?'
'I said no .'
'Your honorif I may be allowed to append a witness to this examinationfor the purpose of
identification …?'
'Go ahead' says the judge.
My attorney nods to the back of the court. The double doors creak openand two orderlies
guide a little ole Mexican lady into the room. Brian waits until she's tottering at the top of the stairs
then he closes in on Lally.
'Mr Ledesma–is this your mother?'
'Don't be ridiculous' growls Lally.
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in the aisleand she tumbles to the ground. The judge rises out of his seatfrowning as the lady is
helped to her feet. She bawlsand tries to pinpoint Lally's voice. He stays quiet. His cheeks pucker
double-time.
Brian lets the hush return before calling to the ole lady. 'Mrs Gutierrezplease tell the court–is
this your son?'
'It's him.'
She pulls her helpers down the aislethen her foot misses another stepand she dangles
suspended in their arms. The judge pulls back his lips like he just stepped on a spleen. He squints at
the ole womanthen shakes his head.
'Ma'am–can you point to your son?'
Breathing is
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