Karen Ford looked thoughtful. Although she acted old beyond her years, she was willing to listen to reason. Still, she felt her mother was wrong. 'How can the countryside be so different from the city? Aren't they all just people?'
"Fine, tell him. I'm sure Grandpa will support me too."
Karen Ford's tone softened a little, and Claire Jacobs breathed a sigh of relief. Her father, while an upright and incorruptible judge, wasn't inflexible. A truly excellent judge wasn't an emotionless robot, but one who considered the actual circumstances to deliver a verdict that best suited the local conditions.
