The plaintiff’s attorney was a short, older New Yorker, mostly deaf. The defense attorney, a Latina with a big smile, often stared at the ceiling when she needed to rephrase a question. Nothing started on time. No coffee machine, no Law and Order snap. Outside our courtroom, a large computer display, meant to convey inform…
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