The Big House

The Big House — page 3
everything and it reverberated throughout the imposing polished courtroom straight up Ivy’s backbone and out the top of her head All during the trial she had wished for a fancy hammer of her own and now she wanted one more than ever something she could lift and lower to decree what was what Her hand tightened in a fist at just the thought of wielding one Ray tugged at her sleeve and pulled her back down beside him She crossed her arms hard across her chest and leaned over to him It's not fair she whispered loud It's not Ivy was sure She had paid close attention during the trial she had even kind of enjoyed it safe in her conviction that her parents would beat the rap She liked hearing people tell the same story in completely different ways and she liked deciding who she believed and who she didn't And she hadn’t believed one word Marietta Noland had said about Dan and Carol The old witch insisted they had embezzled money from the estate of her dear departed father Blackstone Mouton and his charity the Last Best Hope So how Ivy wondered could the judge and jury possibly have believed Marietta over Dan Her father's story had been ten times better And he was so much nicer to look at and listen to as he told it sitting in the chair below and to the side of the judge explaining how Marietta had recruited him to set up a charity for