Scenes from our Solo and
Small Firm Conference
responsibility. I’ve held in my hands the ca-
reers, livelihoods, futures and freedom of
clients who depended on me. The stress
of that enormous responsibility never real-
ly goes away, and it probably never should
go away.”
Annabelle looked at her clock. “It’s near-
ly five p.m., and as you may know, around
here that means dinner time.”
“I’ve really enjoyed our talks,” Julie said.
“I was only required to come here three
times, but if it’s okay with you I’d like to
come back from time to time.”
“I would like that very much,” Annabelle
replied.
Julie waved as she headed out the door
of Annabelle’s room. Annabelle sighed and
closed the door.
Annabelle guided her walker toward her
closet and opened the door. There, among
the outfits that had been pardoned from
their confinement in the storage unit she
rented in town, was the long black robe she
had worn when she retired from the bench.
She ran her fingers softly down one of the
sleeves, as a flood of recollections and ac-
complishments flowed through her mind.
I think I’m going to look out for this girl,
Annabelle decided.
She closed the closet and turned toward
the door of her room, through which she
heard the muted but unmistakable thunder
of rubber-soled shoes, cane and walker leg
tips, and, yes, tennis balls, as they made
their way to a dining room full of steaming
meat loaf, chicken soup and shared expe-
riences.
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Lawrence Savell is a lawyer with Herbert
Smith Freehills in New York City. He can be
reached at [email protected].
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