The Pickle Jar, Pt. 4: Mickey's Plea Hearing (2)
Mickey did not like her new seat at the front of the courtroom. From where she had watched the previous plea hearing, she could see the entire room. From her new seat, she could only see her attorney, the bailiff, and the judge. Mickey’s parents were far behind her, at the back of the room, out of sight without awkwardly craning her neck—and unable to help her.
Mickey looked at Julie. She was reviewing legal documents. She looked smart and confident. Of course, there was no way she was leaving here in chains. She looked at Sergeant Russ. She was standing at attention, her face blank, but when their eyes met, the bailiff allowed herself a brief smile. Mickey wasn’t sure what that meant, so she hastily looked away, right up at Judge Steel. The woman was impassive, also reviewing legal documents. There eyes locked, and Judge Steel chose that exact moment to speak. “Next up, we have the State versus Mickey Pickle. Ms. Pickle, please rise.”
“Yes, uh, Your