“Jerry, would you call him and get him started? Assure him that we’ll make good on his fee. We want to get her out of jail as soon as humanly poss...ible.”“I can do that. There’s something you can do for me.”“If I can. Things are a little crazy here.”“I’ve got a deposition tomorrow morning. It’s a big case with the facts in dispute. Can you sit in? It’s at my office at ten a.m.”Jake agreed and rang off.They arrived at the county jail right at eight. Jake’s phone rang. It was his mother. After the. Before me stood my co-worker David Clinton. He was dressed in a pair oftan business pants and a black polo shirt. He wore descent polished butobviously older brown business shoes. He had short light brown hair,blue eyes, stood about 5'7" and I would have judged him to be about 125pounds. A scrawny little guy compared to my 6'1" bulky frame. "Hi," hesaid, in a meek quite little voice. He was obviously nervous which in away excited me even more."Your clothes are in the wash room...right. After inspecting the jacket inside and out, he laid it over the other gear and stared at the middle aged white woman in anticipation. She pulled off her cap and held it out, her short red hair shaking loose. The agent barely glanced at it before tossing it on the chair and looking up to receive the next garment. No words were spoken; the choice of what to hand over next seemed to be entirely up to Annemie herself. She was standing in her white, oversized T-shirt, bulky blue bush shorts, sturdy. Mei had replaced the big granny panties with a tiny thong."Coffee?" the doctor asked. She declined. He smiled, sitting down in his chair."We woke up your husband," he said.She felt shocked. She shouldn't, really – the news was expected, wasn't it? And yet there was shock. It was like having a child: nine months in the making and yet there is this shock when finally the waters break. Maybe it's the sudden confrontation with the absoluteness of reality. Juliana's heart raced."How ... how is he?".