You missed everything in the courtroom today because you had that secret meeting with the County people. We waited and waited while you were “in Chambers,” as you called it. Why do you have a Chambers? Isn’t that where kings and queens drink tea? I asked Alex about Chambers, and he said it’s like your office or something. That’s why people are scared of judges. You bang on your desk with a hammer and say weird things like “Chambers” instead of “office” and “juvenile” instead of “kid.” Anyway, while you “chambered,” someone lit a fuse and it was dynamite central. Remember the old cartoons where cats and roosters set bombs, fall off cliffs, and hit each other with hammers? That’s what happened. Mom, Alex, Grandma, and me sat in the first bench. Behind us were Kari, Graham, and Ashley, who had on her red wig and bright red lipstick. She leaned over the bench and hugged me. “Hey there, flower girl,” she said. “Hey there, dancing queen,” I said. When you left, Judge Henry, Mom said to Alex, “Chambers?
