The Gilmore-Grey Union
By Michael Weyer
POV: Bruce
I've seen Judge Grey in quite a few moods over the years but I'm hard pressed to remember the last time I saw her so…frazzled. Sure, she's always had that temper but it's rare she just erupts like that on the phone, no less. Then again, from what I gather, it might be for a good reason.
I've only met Vincent a couple of times. He's a good kid, a little juvenile sometimes but he means well. But from what I hear, he just stepped into it big-time and I don't think Judge Grey is going to let him up on it.
She just sits there, head in her hands and moans softly. "Oh, God…Oh, God…"
"Judge Grey? Are you ok?"
She shakes her head but keeps it in her hands. "No. No, Bruce, I'm not."
I lick my lips. "Um…did I hear right? Vincent…"
"Got married to some girl he met in a bar in Atlantic City? Yep."
"Ah." There really isn't much to say about something like this. Especially when the person involved is the brother of your boss. "What are you going to do?"
"I don't know." She finally raises her head and looks at me. "I'm going to have to tell my mother. She has to know as soon as possible and might as well get it over with now."
I immediately listen to my instinct to leave as I know that is not a conversation for polite ears. I also make a note to push back as much of the docket as I can. It's not for Judge Grey's sake as much for the sake of the defendants.
Seriously, would you want to be sentenced by a woman in that state right now?