Diana felt helpless, drawn along in a maelstrom of chaos.
A veritable barrage of verbiage flew to the court, like guided missiles,
from both attorneys. They were couched in legal parlance and
cushioned on expensive, patterned vellum. For every submission,
there was a filing fee, hours of research and multiple law-firm billings.
For each batch of documents sent to the court, copies were made to send
to the opposing attorney, the file and sometimes, even the plaintiff.
Occasionally, a hearing on one or another of the various
motions was called. When this happened, the lawyers and
the plaintiff were joined by the judge, his clerk and the
court stenographer.
Each attorney blew smoke--substantial as ghost poop.
The judge sat in the air high above the arena and pondered.
At times, he would interrupt and admonish. Periodically he
would ask a question and these were the interesting moments
as each attorney had a different answer.
The lawyer for the defense only knew what he had been told by
Henry Tarbuck and Henry only knew what he had been told by Lyle.
Diana's attorney knew only what she had told him and it was obvious
there was a lot that he hadn't remembered.
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