THE DAY MY PARENTS LAUGHED AT ME IN COURT—UNTIL THE JUDGE WENT PALE “Aw, look,” my dad muttered, just loud enough to carry. “She finally showed up in a costume.”
“Aw, look,” my dad snorted, the sound echoing off the high, water-stained ceiling of the county courthouse. He didn’t bother to whisper. He wanted the gallery to hear. He wanted…