He pulled back and she reached for him. “Sorry, hon, but our chaperone is home.”
She picked up her head to see Miss Daisy’s old Buick turn into the driveway. She groaned and put her head onto his shoulder. It was really time for her to find her own place.
“You know, you’re a Kentucky girl now,” he said as he played with the hem of her shirt. “It’s about time you got some UK gear.”
“A Kentucky girl, huh?”
Will kissed her neck right below the ear and whispered, “That’s right. Made up of sweet tea and everything nice.”
Chapter Nineteen
“Your Honor, I object.” Kenna rolled her eyes. She couldn’t help it. When she got done with the docket, it would be the weekend. She felt ready to curl up into bed and sleep for a week. On top of working, she still hadn't heard from Danielle. She had flown to Maryland for the Preakness and just this past weekend had gotten back from the Belmont. Boots had finished second in the Preakness after being pinned against the rail in the final quarter-mile. However, he had surprised everyone by pulling out a win at the Belmont. He won again by a red-kissed nose.
“Sustained,” Judge Copper sighed.
“What does that mean? You can’t be talking all fancy like. It’s not fair and I'm entitled to a fair trial. I know my rights,” Mrs. Westerly shouted. She pointed her finger at Kenna and Kenna was tempted to break it off.
This trial had been going on for over thirty minutes and she was ready to scream. The thought crossed her mind more than once to grab Noodle's taser and shock herself just so the EMTs would be forced to take her out the courtroom.
Mrs. Westerly was twenty-five years old. She was five feet tall and probably one hundred and forty pounds, most of which were boobs. She had her hair wrapped in a colorful scarf and wore large hoop earrings. She had a posse of kids with her, consisting of five kids within six and a half years of each other.
Mrs. Westerly, once she arrived home from shuttling kids to various summer camps, had found Mr. Westerly dingdong-ringing her best friend’s doorbell. She had promptly grabbed the nearest object, one of her children’s baseball bats, and tested her swing out on Mr. Westerly and her ex-best friend.
Granted, no one could really blame her. Most everyone cheered when they heard that Mrs. Westerly had broken his arm, considering Mr. Westerly had a habit of sleeping his way through the married women in his wife’s Mother’s Day Out program.
When caught, Mr. Westerly hadn't admitted to the affairs. Instead, he told young Mrs. Westerly that he wasn't cheating but offering a service to her friends. Mrs. Westerly paused mid-swing and asked what service he was providing. He told her it was educational. He was teaching the women how to perform certain sex acts so that they would be better wives to their husbands. And that was when Mrs. Westerly broke Mr. Westerly’s other arm.
Mrs. Westerly was fighting the charge of battery that Mr. Westerly had brought against her. Kenna personally wanted to give her a high five and let her walk free but couldn’t. However, she did pursue the lowest sentence possible, that is, if Mrs. Westerly would just shut up. She was currently alternating between enormous sobs and fits of anger. Her prevailing theory was he deserved it, and she shouldn’t have to be found guilty for that.
“Mrs. Westerly,” Kenna said when Mrs. Westerly took a breath, “Ma’am, did you enter the house with the intent of assaulting your husband?”
“I told you, it’s not assault. Assault suggests I did something wrong. I know my rights!” she shouted.
Judge Cooper banged his gavel. “Ma’am, just answer yes or no.”
“But I have my rights. I'm entitled to a hearing.”
“You’re having one. Now answer yes or no to Miss Mason’s question, or I'll throw you in jail for contempt of court.”
“No, you can’t take my babies from me! Who would look after them?” Mrs. Westerly wailed. Kenna thought she looked dangerously close to hurling herself to the ground and kicking her feet.
“Ma’am, please, just answer this question. Did you go into your house with the intent of hitting your husband?”
“No, but I....”
“Prosecution rests, Your Honor,” Kenna said, cutting off Mrs. Westerly. She knew Judge Cooper hated that, but she figured it was better than hearing about Mrs. Westerly’s rights one more time.
Judge Cooper banged his gavel and Mrs. Westerly stopped her ranting. “Ma’am, I find you guilty of….”
Before Judge Cooper could finish announcing his verdict, Mrs. Westerly collapsed to the ground and flailed around while praying to be saved by Baby Jesus.