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sit down.   He seated himself and patted my back.  There was a loud buzzing in my ears and I couldn’t hear what was going on.
    At one point, Mr. Quincy took my arm and helped me to rise as a tall man in a black robe entered and seated himself in a seat above us.
    I had never been in a courtroom before and the roaring continued in my ears.  We sat back down after the judge did and he was addressing me.
    I could see his mouth moving but all I heard was buzzing.  Mr. Quincy leaned over and said something to me but I couldn’t hear him.
    I turned my head toward him and saw my mama, the one who raised me, out of the corner of my eye and that’s when everything started spinning and I blacked out.
     
     
     
    CHAPTER 22
    When I came to, I was lying on a black leather sofa.  I opened my eyes and saw the judge and Mr. Quincy standing over me and I realized I was in the judge’s chambers.
    “Can you hear me?” the judge was saying.
    “Yes, sir, I can hear you now,” I said as I tried to sit up.  Mr. Quincy pushed me back down.
    The judge was tall and thin with a thick head of snow white hair and light blue eyes.  He smiled at me and said, “Do you want to tell me what happened?”
    “I guess it was just nerves, sir.  All of sudden I couldn’t hear.  My e ars had a roaring like sound, a nd then I saw the woman who raised me and I blacked out. ”
    “A doctor is on the way.  It’s Doctor Sims.  If you don’t feel comfortable with her, we can have someone else.”
    I thought about how she had been with Ronnie and I agreed to see her.
    She came in and examined me without looking me in the eye, after the judge and my lawyer left the room.  She told me I was pregnant.  She finally looked me in the eye and said, “After you have the baby in prison, they will take it from you.”
    I was so shocked that I couldn’t respond and she briskly left the room.  The judge told me that he had called a recess until the following day and then called for someone to take me back to my cell.
    I was in a state of shock.  I had a baby growing inside me, Adam’s baby, and I didn’t understand how I felt about it.  I was terrified of being sent to a women’s prison and having my baby there and then having it taken from me.
    Doctor Sims had written a prescription for some pills for my nerves and one of the guards brought me one the next day as I was getting ready to go to court.
    Assistant District Attorney, Gloria Miller was prosecuting the case.  She was a large woman with dirty blond hair that was thin and needed washing.  She called Adam as her first witness.
    After he was sworn in, she began her questioning, first having him state his name and address and his relationship to me.
    “How did you and your wife, Kathy Kramer, the defendant, meet, Mr. Kramer?”
    “I met her when I was passing through Rehobeth on my way to Athens.  I stopped to eat at a small diner there and she was eating there too.  I asked if I could join her as there were no more available tables. ”
    “How did the relationship progress from there?”
    “I would stop off in Rehobeth every time I went through there and we would have lunch together, but I fell in love wit h her.  I invited her to Savannah and let her stay in a condo that I have listed and soon took her out to the mansion.”
    “You’re talking about the mansion owned by Grace Boston, the deceased?”
    “Yes, Miss. Gracie was very sick by then and when I introduced her to Belinda, she thought she was her granddaughter, Kathy.”
    “Why did you go along with Belinda Jenkins pretending to be Kathy Boston?”
    “I really loved Miss Gracie and thought it would make her happy.  I didn’t realize Belinda would try to cash in on it.”
    My lawyer jumped up, “Ob jection, your honor, request th at the last statement be stricke n from the record.”
    “So stricken,” H e turned to Adam, “Just answer the questions, Mr. Kramer.  Don’t add your own thoughts to what you’ve

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