The judge has made his final verdict as he begin to sit at exactly 12 pm. He asks everyone to sit down with him, as he slowly makes his way down, trying not to injure his old joints. There is a long table that covers half his body and in front of him are formally dressed men, a man sweating through his white plaid shirt and the other myself. There’s a light smell of men’s perfume combined with the hint smell of cigars having been smoked just recently. I take my seat behind a brown wooded table, which now has been covered with papers and take a sip from my glass of cold water that now turned into a salty taste. Eyes now turn to the jury as an individual begins to stand; silence has now taken over, as the all ears are aimed at jury. They begin