What Father Knows

Swanning down the wide staircase in the courthouse, Gordon left Gordon up in the office and for these isolated, precious moments became herself. Regally erect, carriage impeccable, she knew every eye was on her and did not deign to return the looks. She could almost hear the rustle of taffeta, the soft murmurs and perhaps even the sounds of an orchestra tuning. Heels clicking, alabaster white hand gliding down…