Chapter 42: Maggie in Court
I feel like shit, Michael groaned. It was halfway into the fifteen-minute recess the judge had granted at his request. In the privacy of the courthouses lawyers lounge, Maggie touched the underside of her wrist to his forehead.
You look like shit. Your eyes are all glassy and youre warm, she said, shaking her head. You should be home in bed. Ask for a continuance.
That morning hed come to the office with a slight headache which he had ignored. Now his head seemed ready to explode and he felt both cold and hot at the same time. His body ached, and he felt shaky.
I dont want to do that. This little shit has taken up enough of my time. Our time.