February 4, 2017 by dellanioakes
“That was the end of April, Your Honor. I think around the twenty-eighth? I forget the exact date. My flight records would show it.”
The court clerk looked on her computer file. “That was the evening of the twenty-eighth. The witness is correct.”
Jason’s disarming smile flashed at the woman who was probably old enough to be his mother. She blushed prettily, fanning herself slightly with her left hand.
“Thanks, love,” he said, his lower class accent slipping through for a moment.
“You’re so welcome, Mr. Banes,” she said with another giggle.
“If we could please continue!” Judge Walker’s Brooklyn accent got stronger when she was irritated, which she quickly was becoming.
“Of course, Your Honor. So I walked into the bar and ordered Goldschlager. I stood there for awhile when this woman walked over to me.”
“Had you seen her before?”
“Yes, I remembered seeing her the night before, sitting at the bar.”
“Did you speak to her?”
He blushed, shaking his head. “A lady like that? No.”
“Why not? You have a way with women, don’t you?”
“Your Honor, I don’t want to appear crass, but I was looking for a whole different type of woman that night. A lady with her class? She was way outta my league. So far out of my ballpark, I wouldn’t have touched her with a grand slam. I looked, if you catch my drift. And dreamed a little. That kind of woman is way too upscale for me.”
© 2017 Dellani Oakes