Lucille had made a personal habit of not listening to anyone for the last few decades, and she saw no reason to change that now. As a result, she only noticed the one word that really meant anything to her.
"This is the trial? What do you mean?" She frowned and glanced around, then reached into her purse for a compact. "Is this the courthouse? Where's the judge -- do we have Ping again? Where's Barry?"
The Bluth family had been dealing with the courts now for several years, ever since the initial arrest of Lucille's husband, George Senior. She had gained a lot of experience.
Lucille examined her face in her compact mirror and attempted to sniffle convincingly.
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Date: 2008-01-03 06:17 am (UTC)"This is the trial? What do you mean?" She frowned and glanced around, then reached into her purse for a compact. "Is this the courthouse? Where's the judge -- do we have Ping again? Where's Barry?"
The Bluth family had been dealing with the courts now for several years, ever since the initial arrest of Lucille's husband, George Senior. She had gained a lot of experience.
Lucille examined her face in her compact mirror and attempted to sniffle convincingly.