“Foreman of the jury please stand.” The judge looked tired, like he wanted a pot of tea and a bun. “Have you reached a unanimous verdict?”
“No m’lud.”
“Have you reached a majority verdict?”
“Yes but only by seven votes to five.”
“Don’t cry mother, don’t cry father” he called but his words danced away on a sudden wind.
“Don’t be sad, team”, he shouted louder, trying to penetrate the damp clouds. “We got the villains and I got my promotion as well. It’s been the best summer ever.”
He couldn’t understand why they cried and shook with sadness. He didn’t understand why they talked of him and only him, nor why his parents were holed by grief and looked like they would never smile again. He wanted to go down and comfort them, to tell them it was all right.