a manila envelope

[…]it was a rush and a jump and a caper, a shooting out of legs and arms, hair dishevelled dancing about the face, dresses flying horizontal this way and that, hats whirling up to the ceiling and back, shouting and screaming, a pandemonian noise of thump, thump, thump, thump on the hard floor.

Let not the counsel at the bar chop with the judge.

While I was pregnant, I wore my fat pants most of the time.