“Good afternoon, Judge Dennison. Monica’s call tells me that she is finished.”
It is the aging female voice. Call number three. My silence continues. I meekly listen.
“I’ve had her adorn you with a little device to assure your cooperation in this matter of great importance. I realize you are busy with your recent appointment as chief judge but I think Monica’s handiwork will bring my request a little higher on your order of priorities.
“If you’re listening Monica, you may remove his hood.”
No sooner said then the thick dark spandex cloth is whisked from my head.
I blink my eyes in acclimating to the room light as the voice continues.
“Monica is a rather talented surgical nurse, as I am sure you have already concluded from her handiwork. In the past thirty minutes she has placed you i
