Beth
The last time I’d been to court was when my divorce with Gabriel was finalized. We did that in the big courtroom at the city courthouse. For the hearing on Charlie’s Power of Attorney we were in the small, civil court room, which was much more informal. The judge was seated at a desk in the front of the room, and we were seated at long tables in front of him. Instead of a black robe, the elderly man wore a pair of slacks and a sweater-vest. On our side of the room, Rafe sat beside his lawyer, and I sat with Charlie off to the side. Gabe showed up, dressed in a suit and tie, his thinning hair slicked back, without any representation.
“Alright folks,” the judge picked up the file folder, “I'm Judge Franklin Anthony. We are here today to review the Power of Attorney for Mrs.Charlo
