The paparazzi were in full force at the courthouse, excited to get a glimpse of the sisters and perhaps get a soundbite that would make the news multiple times in a day. Merry-Beth and Clara sat in the back sit of the limousine, grateful for the tinted windows as they stared in dismay at the congregation on the stairs.
Clara’s security officer Ben spoke brusquely, “head down, they’re going to scream for attention and they’re going to ask stupid questions. Do not dignify anything with any kind of reaction.” He pointed at Merry-Beth, “and I’m talking to you. You fancy you’re an actor, then be one out there. I know Clara is used to keeping a stony countenance, but you aren’t. Even if something wild gets tossed out, head down, sunglasses on, no response. Got it?”
“God Ben,” Merry-Beth threw
