WHEN Carl crossed his arms and closed his eyes where he sat in court, he had wandered away with a lot of thoughts... wishing the cup would only pass.
But the moments weren’t passing at all. As the audience’s reaction brought him back to the time.
A buzz of voices followed a question. Then the 34-year-old woke up to see his nervous spouse look around.
June wanted to slow down the questions or, at least, be the one to decide her answer.
But her questioner was no small someone. He was the big name of Cannon’s faculty of law.
He was the one leading the defense attorneys for the case in court...
And he’d been shooting questions in a fast pace that outwitted her.
That distinguished attorney at law was the Professor and Attorney D.M.B. Barbar.
So, June stuttered. “Can... can you repeat the question?”
Then her questioner went bolder.
“You definitely had a great career in Sweden. So good that the whole of Jamaica was proud of you!
“So why did you leave your successful work in Europe and then come back to settle in Jamaica?
“You must’ve once liked your work more than leaving it now. So what happened back in Sweden that made you come home?”
June looked around as she felt that Carl was back and watching.
Then when she turned, she saw everyone gazing at her but she didn’t care. For she saw Carl looking out for her.
Carl Martinez had sued Cannon University for actively brainwashing his wife, a brilliant scientist. So that she came to lose touch with her forte and her gifted self altogether.
The suit said this, that the prestigious institution murdered June’s genius with deliberate action.
So, if homicide refers to the crime of killing a person deliberately, then they believed that Cannon was guilty of what they’d later termed, Psychomicide.
The crime of killing someone’s ego – their sense of self – deliberately.
Yes, the lawsuit came after June had managed to complete her program at Cannon. She submitted her thesis and was awarded a doctorate degree.
Still, she’d say that her paper wasn’t her but Cannon. That her degree wasn’t her true self, but an offering to the system.
She returned home like an eagle with broken wings beneath the feathers. But so long as she didn’t fly, no one would know she’d got an injury.
Now it wasn’t just for her broken wings that she didn’t fly. She just could not. June was that broken.
So then, the young woman turned to Carl and watched him have the same gaze on her as those he had when she’d felt smarter.
She suddenly saw that he wasn’t changing, whether she was smart and not quite. And whether she was aging fast, or slow to grow.
Now she found the needed push to fight back. She suddenly wanted to face Barbar.
June leaned forward and stammered through her next words. She went intentional this time.
“I’m... I’m sorry! But can you, please, say the question again?”
At that moment the quiet woman aimed a gun at the gunman – her troubler in this court of law.
Yes, the chief counsel for Cannon University had clearly pushed this lady to the wall. For June turned around that instant and drove the man up a cliff.
It was the professor’s turn to run wild.
Barbar peered down at the seated lady in the stand. Then he banged his fist on the wooden frame.
He blared. “Why did you return to Jamaica? If truly you’ve got everything going well with you, mind and all!”
“Objection, my lord!” cried June’s lawyer. “The defense is trying to intimidate my client!”
The judge intervened, as he called back the law professor.
“Defense Counsel, please rephrase your question. Then keep it focused.”
“I am sorry, Your Honor,” bowed Barbar. “But I’m actually going somewhere!”
He faced the lady now. She was already waiting for him.
“Mrs. J. Martinez, will you please tell this honorable court the reason why you suddenly left your great work in Europe.
“Why did you opt to end your projects in Sweden and retire to Jamaica?”
June caught the question and had her response ready.
She fought back now and stunned the whole court.
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