Read Earl Swift's classic story: The hall outside Judge M. Randolph Carlson II's courtroom is crowded with old lovers this Valentine's morning. Most are wearing their coats, speaking quietly with attorneys. The lighting is harsh, the tile cool and hard, the mood, apprehensive. No one holds a bouquet or a box of chocolates.
Inside, the every-Monday business of Norfolk's Juvenile and Domestic Relations Court begins.
Ernest and Diane are called in. They were living together last October, they testify, when she came home from an all-night birthday party. Ernest was in the kitchen, cooking breakfast. They started to argue.
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