If a picture paints a thousand words, then 980 of them would be doubtful strokes from the fact that nobody who had just witnessed any of the events leading up to the current moment believed the sentencing would still take place. By all accounts, the knot in Lydia’s stomach was about to constrict even further thanks to the unfortunate collapse of the judge. The majority of people in attendance felt as if they were witnessing little more than a miracle as the judge hopped to his feet and began to survey the courtroom.
‘Your honor,” a woman, while placing her arm gently on the judge’s hand, spoke softly, “I think it would be best for you to sit down. You must be out of sorts.”
“Nonsense,” he recoiled, “I know my own body and I say we proceed. Court is in session!”
As he shouted these words, nobody could object any further. He did look significantly more lively than he had before he collapsed, so there did not seem to be much concern anymore about his safety. Proceeding a swift bang of his gavel, he addressed the court directly.
“The case under question today is a difficult one. The victim of this horrible crime was a young woman with a great deal of life ahead of her. In an unfortunate moment of passion, that was taken away by the man sitting before you all. A jury of his peers has found him guilty, but the court leaves some room for interpretation since the murder itself was not premeditated. I believe that Todd may be rehabilitated if given the opportunity to repent. Therefore, I sentence him to 25 years in a local penitentiary, with an eligibility for parole for good behavior after 15 years.”
To be continued…