Bitten, Part 3

The DA’s office requested my presence when the owner of the dog that bit me appeared in court.  Stepping into General Sessions Court is akin to entering another universe. I arrived early to find a mass of cops and people in suits standing at the front of the courtroom.  They all seemed to be trying to talk to the seated suits—the District Attorney and her assistants, I assume.  Most of the younger suits were sharply dressed men and women.  Some of the older guys, though, looked like they were wearing suit jackets twenty years out of style and made to fit someone a hundred pounds lighter. Apparently not all law practices are lucrative. I sat behind the railing with the defendants, witnesses, and victims.  A lot were like folks in my neighborhood such as the dog’s...