CHAPTER NINETEEN – Kathi's Secret
"…Not guilty."
There was a collective sigh from the onlookers in the back of the room, more than likely the defendants' family. The defendant herself almost collapsed into her chair with relief before her attorney grabbed her for support. The plaintiff, on the other hand, threw a fit and had to be rushed out quickly by his attorney shouting something to the effect of, "This isn't over!"
The jurors were escorted out of the room and into the conference room to gather their things. A few talked amongst themselves at how well it turned out and relieved for the 16 year-old. House grabbed his – well, nothing of his was left in the room. It was an excuse to get something from Kathi. He saw her talking to Stacy and his heart dropped.
'What kind of lies is Stacy saying? Damn, I'm SOL now!'
House turned to walk out feeling as if he'd been badly defeated when he heard his name called out. He turned to see Stacy walk towards him with a smile on her face, and Stacy walking behind her.
"Greg, you did good," Stacy told him, but didn't get too close to him. "Take care of yourself." She turned to Kathi and said, "Nice to meet you. And good luck." Stacy gave House a smile and walked out of the room.
'Oh, god. Well, nice to have known you, Kathi,' he thought.
House and Kathi stood staring at each. He was speechless because he was afraid the two women had talked about him and his chances with her were shot; she was speechless because she had something to tell him that she didn't want to, especially not this soon after just meeting one another.
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And the torturing continues!! And yes, I am doing it on purpose. I've run out of my vicodin and need to express my anger somehow – oh, wait, I'm not House. Never mind.