the bailiff says in a singsong voice, opening the back courtroom door. In walks this regal-looking sister with skin the color of dark fudge. The courtroom falls silent as she briskly makes her way toward the bench, her black judge’s robe swooshing behind her as she climbs up the stairs to the bench and sits. “Court is now in session!” the bailiff barks. “The Honorable Precious Lenora Mobley presiding. All electronic devices are to be turned off now. Please be seated.” Judge Mobley glances around the courtroom. “Good morning.” She clears her throat, placing her reading glasses on. “We are here on the matter of Pasha Nivea Tyler v. Jasper Tyler in determining probable cause for a final restraining order on an existing TRO. Docket number F2013-01033.” She looks up from her papers. “I see we have counsel here for both parties. Counselors, please identify yourselves for the record.” Both attorneys stand. “Maria McCartney for the plaintiff, your Honor.” “William Stratford for the defendant.”
