CHAPTER 28: The Opera: Act III; Pt. 4 [cont. 16]
From "The Saga of One F**ked Mother
Legion finishes up with her questioning of Herry on the stand. He continues to lie and evade, but she gets him to admit to many things that demonstrate he should not continue to have sole custody—not even half—not even unsupervised. He acknowledges he has never told the boys he loves them, and his neglectful parenting does not support he loves them either.
After Herry steps down, a good friend of Legion’s takes the stand. She testifies that Legion is a wonderful mother, Herry is not a good father, and that he had said he wanted Legion to “hit bottom”. In retrospect, Legion sees that the three men present—judge, opposing counsel, and Herry—were all just biding their time, tolerating her, while she got testimony, facts and evidence on the record. But none of her brilliant, pro se lawyering would matter—“not one whit”. They all already knew what the outcome was going to be…
In the last section, Legion continues her direct examination of Herry. She makes many relevant points with her skilled questioning, despite his constant lies and assertions that he does not remember. She “landed into the areas of his sexual addiction, his ordering of the sabotage to my life and career as a veterinary professor and practitioner and his failures at loving.” She gets him to admit he is not allowing any contact with the boys, he’s telling them she’s crazy, and he’s using the stepmother to do all the parenting. But he will not admit that he had repeatedly beat her—including in front of the boys.
CHAPTER 28 of Mother-Fucking: The Saga of One Fucked Mother begins with Act III, Part 4 of “The Opera” from Book 3. The Opera has three Acts with five Parts—one for each of the three Family Court and two Appellate Court trials. Chapter 28 covers all of Act III: Part 4: the third Family Court trial and Part 5: the second Appellate trial. This is a long chapter and will be published in newsletter-sized bites.
Dr. Blue’s novel is based on her own experience of the Custody Crisis. It uniquely conveys how Family Court judges are “mother-fucking” women—a form of systemic oppression—as protagonist Legion is systematically and methodically deprived of her children and money and reduced to “one fucked mother”.
Chapters are stand-alone interesting so you can begin reading anywhere. A Cast of Characters follows to help readers at any point. All published chapters are included in the Section: “Saga of One F**ked Mother” accessible on the top bar of the home page of Women’s Coalition News & Views. Sequential chapters are published every Wednesday so make sure to subscribe if you haven’t yet!
TEASERS
“Dr. Edinsmaier, isn’t it a fact that you don’t tell your children that you love them?! Ever?!”
But––none of this testimony of Ms. Fannie Issicran McLive’s or from Dr. Herod Edinsmaier … mattered. To ‘the Court’. Not one whit…Nothing at all this was but an exercising of the intolerance limitations of three men who, in no way, intended near the end of this display, this particular Part Four of The Opera, to do anything differently as The Outcome of it all than what the three of them had wanted at Its Overture.
“Is it your impression and have you heard words spoken out of the lips of Dr. Edinsmaier that Legion True hasn’t hit rock bottom, not until she loses her food and her home?”
“I have heard that.”
BOOK 3: Dr. True's Opera in Three Acts—with Five Parts
CHAPTER 28: The Opera: Act III; Part 4 [cont. 16]
…Pages of whining intervened with illusiveness––and then finally to this same question came back this fuck, “Well, I didn’t share that specifically with her. It isn’t as if in a short period of time I was going to be able to give her every last detail about my life. I attempted to answer her questions and to give her the information she indicated that she wanted.” So now it had become Ms. Canard’s ‘fault’ for not reading Herry’s mind and for her not knowing what she should specifically have asked of him––and not the other way around. Not that Herry should have had to come clean with all of that opprobrious dreck of his and been up front … and lo and behold …––honest–with her! Herry the Liar placed the onus onto another––again. Yet once more Herry blamed someone else for the paucity of information which he himself, alone and of his own accord, should have coughed up! And disgorged it all up … in the Boys’ best interests!
To this man’s fuck, I said about the Truemaier Boys’ custody evaluator, the frumpily soooo, so unlived one which ‘the Court’ twice––twice! ! mind you, Jury! !––elected to choose! ! to “evaluate” the paramount and supreme custodial home for my Zane, Jesse and Mirzah, “She testified in August that she couldn’t read minds and didn’t know what it was you were withholding, Herry, and she testified that it would have been significant if she had known that––as well as the fact that you and your next wife kept from her the fact that Ms. Fannie Issicran McLive suffers from panic attack disorder and post-traumatic stress disorder and severe back injury. You and Ms. McLive kept all of that hidden from Ms. Canard, didn’t you?!”
Amazingly Herry the Brilliant Doctor and in whose physical care custody several judges had determined should lie the Truemaier Boys’ best interests, answered that … he could not even remember if Ms. Canard had given him the MMPI test! “Now I could be mistaken, but I thought she did. I cooperated as I recall, and I have to trust that she knew what was relevant to ask me and when she asked me things, well, then I answered her questions.” Iiiick! O Jury, huuuuge Ick Factor with this man’s escape from accountability!
Since the ‘safety and wellbeing’ of my Boys then is so not Herry’s favorite matter, I began to wind up the questioning with that which actually is his pet and much loved ‘concern’. On money, “Dr. Edinsmaier, what does a gallon of milk cost?”
Herod chortled his signature sneering and snide snort, “I thought ‘that’ … aha, aha! …aheh, heh, heh! … was a discussion between Bush and Clinton! And it was a dollar-four a gallon. Aha, Aha!”
Not surprised in the least at Dr. Herod Edinsmaier’s idiocy on issues of substance regarding a family’s groceries, I asked again, “It was what?!”
“It was a dollar and four cents a gallon.”
Even in late 1992, milk everywhere in America was never as cheap as $1.04 a gallon! “At what store––even in West Virginia––Herry, does a gallon of milk cost only a dollar and four cents?”
“As I recall, that was a question given in the presidential campaign.” Indeed, it had been and then, too, put to George Herbert Walker Bush and to Bill Clinton in debate––since neither one of those two pillared men owned the slightest knowledge regarding home economics of an average American family. As neither also, obviously, did Dr. Herod Edinsmaier … who fuckingly never had shopped for … ‘his’ family! Work! ! ! !
Dr. Herod Edinsmaier clearly did not know the price of milk in America either. The Cunty-Uppity Blonde took great, great pleasure near the end of my examination of him in pointing this out. To the very mother-fucker who had lost three––––three, Jury!!!!––––of my support checks while I froze nearly to death––so not at all! had he needed the support money, “Dr. Edinsmaier, a gallon of milk costs two dollars. Double, Herry; that’s double what you answered.” On factory-laboring Teen Eric’s, “And he takes it?!” I mused!
“Okay, If you say so. If you say so.”
“You didn’t know that, did you?”
“No,” Herry Edinsmaier smirked.
I asked further questions about the support of a family of four children. Elitist Edinsmaier knew nothing. Just as in the very straight line with the Daddee’s full-up bellyaching stupidity and silliness spewed into his moans, whines and neediness for “a chance to be young and carefree again” and have in his next sexist slave woman “a refuge from parental responsibility.” The worst? The worst, Jury, is that––to ‘the Court’––it never, never truly mattered at all that he, daMan, the Pillar … knew squat about … the pillorying … of a family of kiddos.
I concluded the testimonial examination of this lying ‘witness’, my Truemaier Boys’ legal custodian and Herry Edinsmaier’s being granted that status because ‘the Court’ ‘decidedly finding’ it allegedly to be in Jesse’s, Mirzah’s and Zane’s “best interests” that they all … exist … in Porn-Pappy’s “primary” physical care, with … the zinger. “Do you, Dr. Edinsmaier, promote a family environment of fear instead of love?”
“I think I promote one of love. I try to promote one of understanding. And I certainly do not attempt to promote an atmosphere of fear.”
Understanding? Love? Hmmmm. “Did you fly here today or yesterday, Dr. Edinsmaier?”
“Yes, I did.”
“Well then, Dr. Edinsmaier, did you say, ‘I love you, Zane’? Did you look him straight in the eyes and tell him that?”
“No.”
“Well then, Dr. Edinsmaier, did you say, ‘I love you, Jesse’? Did you look him straight in the eyes and tell him that before you got on that plane?”
“No.”
“Did you look Mirzah straight in the eyes and tell him, Dr. Edinsmaier, ‘I love you, Mirzah’?”
“No.”
“Dr. Edinsmaier, did you tell them that on Monday at any time?”
“No.”
“Dr. Edinsmaier, did you tell them that on Sunday at any time?”
“No.”
“Dr. Edinsmaier, did you tell them that on Saturday at any time?”
“Dr. Edinsmaier, did you tell them a week ago from today at any time that, ‘I love you Zane’? Did you look him in the eyes and say, ‘I love you Zane’?
“No, I don’t recall saying that.”
Love? Understanding? “Dr. Edinsmaier, isn’t it a fact that you don’t tell your children that you love them?! Ever?!”
Finally … truth. Finally … from The Liar’s lips. “It is true that I seldom say something like that.”
“Why is that, Dr. Edinsmaier?”
“Well, it is primarily, I guess, related to the way I was reared. And it is a difficulty, I suppose, overcoming some ingrained patterns.”
Can you, The Jury, smell, er, ah, spell Juggern Aut Misein Edinsmaier here?! Who, not one time, in 49 years and 11 months of alleged christian and obviously unholy roman catholic, scorched-earth! mawwiage to (his and martin luther’s baby-making machine) Detanimod Edinsmaier, told her, not one time, that he “loved” her. Who allowed, in his purportedly “healthy” home of 14 friggin’ pregnancies and of 12 live birthings over a 20-year period, his wife Detanimod to die––––without Juggern Edinsmaier’s ever once telling her that … he loved her! Now just how literally mother-fuckingly fucked-up sick is that one, Jury!
“Isn’t that what psychotherapy, counseling, individual therapy would help you overcome, Dr. Edinsmaier? Why do you not tell these Boys that you love them––if in fact you do?”
Slip-slid back into evasive mode just pell-mell and lickety-split Herry did. Finessed with Mehitable’s signature … if … tactic! “Well, if you are asking why I don’t tell them I love them, you know, I think the more important question would be do I love them. And I have tried to tell you that, you know, I suppose that there are families for whom things like that come easily. They don’t to me, and I haven’t.” Iiiiick! Sick! Soooo sick!
“So. You don’t think that is a problem?”
“It has been compounded by the attitudes that the boys have expressed to me since they came. And the attitudes that they have persisted in since they came,” Herry-Daddee desperately tried this spin on his definite “problem”. What twists and gyrations! Drecky damage control for all of daMan’s “No” answers!
I saw it through and through––for the fraud this man tried to perpetrate, “Dr. Edinsmaier, that’s the answer you would like Judge Butcher to perceive, but that, in fact, is not true, is it? It isn’t true that just since the Boys came to live with you, this has only taken place? This problem of yours? It took place, didn’t it, long, long before they came to you, didn’t it?”
“Well, I think that if the issue is whether I say that I love them, I don’t do that.”
“Do they need to hear it, Herry?”
“Well, if the issue is,” Juggern Aut’s Spawn full-well knew several fucking times now what the mother-fucking issue was, “if the issue is whether I love them, the fact is I do. You know, I do everything I can. Much is directed to the welfare of those children.”
“Dr. Edinsmaier, don’t they need to hear it? What psychologists, what psychiatrists have told you that they don’t need to hear it? What psychologists and which psychiatrists have told you that you, Herry, are just supposed to sit back and let them figure it out for themselves?!”
“Well, it is my hope that given enough time, if we can get away from some of those other issues, particularly the issues that are involved in the dispute between you and me, that we could settle some of those things. But it has been very difficult to address anything like that. I mean, it’s been difficult, and I believe largely based on your influence, to even establish peace in the household, let alone, getting to the point where we are addressing issues like, you know, do I love you.” Fuck, Herry would not give it a rest already! What fuck is this!?! Shouldn’t addressing issues like do I love you be, like, uh, um, like the number 1 issue inside families!?! And what things does that then entail!?! Things like, O, promoting a relationship with the Boys’ mother! For just one tiny example! “But, first, ya’ know Jury, let’s project––again––my blame in this onto someone else, aaaah, ya’ know, make another accountable! Like the Mother of Bitchery herself! That Witch!”
“Dr. Edinsmaier, you are attributing to me powers I do not possess.”
“Well, you do have significant powers to interfere with the psyches of the boys in my household.” Fuck, I am only the one who did choose to grow the Boys! To grow them into … themselves! Into the very people … who they are!
“You are saying that these children don’t need to hear on a regular basis the words out of their biological father’s mouth, ‘I love you’? In all the months of this family therapy and individual therapy that you said you went to, you don’t see a problem? You don’t see that you have, … you, Herry, … you have a problem? You don’t see that?”
“Well,” it is as if Herry cannot speak without the word, “well” in his answer. “Well, I see the problem is that we have been unable to effectively address any other issues … as long as you have input.”
“JYeah, and I shall continue to have input, Envious Edinsmaier!” I am left thinking. Three Boys love their mother with a strength of emotion the likes of which the Sperm Source can never … compete. How zealously jealously angering for him! “Dr. Edinsmaier, can you say, ‘I love you, Zane’? Can you say those words?”
“Yes, I can say those words.”
“They why don’t you? If you don’t have a problem, why don’t you?”
Even for me, Homophobe Herry never wavered in the trough of his piggish swill! “Well, it is pretty difficult.”
“Dr. Edinsmaier, when was the last time you told each of your sons into their eyes and by using their name that you loved them?”
“I don’t. It’s been some time ago. I have expressed such things as ‘I like you.’ You know, ‘I am glad that you are my son.’ But I can’t give you a specific time.”
I finished. “Isn’t it true, Herry, that the number of times you told your first wife, ‘I love you, Legion,’ in your entire relationship with her … the number of times was zero? The number of times that you told your first wife, namely me, ‘I love you, Legion,’ in the entire time from the time you met her until the time you were divorced from her––that entire time––you told her, ‘I love you, Legion’ was … zero?” Juggern’s #Whichever Kid … Seventh maybe, I am thinking … had a problem all right!
Yet Lying Herry, once himself the 1968 recipient of a bachelor’s degree in mathematics (although never his then-also-claimed physics bachelor’s!!!!) before medical school, could not commit to knowing a number, such a simple one as … the number zero! Not even then––at the end––could Herod Edinsmaier come out and out clean about a factoid of which he knew the Truth, “It is close to that. There may have been once or twice, but I don’t think it would have been over that.”
“Your Honor, I don’t have any further questions.”
But––none of this testimony of Ms. Fannie Issicran McLive’s or from Dr. Herod Edinsmaier … mattered. To ‘the Court’. Not one whit. Nothing at all this was but an exercising of the intolerance limitations of three men who, in no way, intended near the end of this display, this particular Part Four of The Opera, to do anything differently as The Outcome of it all than what the three of them had wanted at Its Overture. The only “work” the three guys had to do at all was … wait it out. Meaning me. They actually had to listen to, or at least be in the same room for a few days as, the soprano soloist and let The Blonde get it sung the fuck out. They had to wait out what shit was mine––before they could wield the poleaxe, bulldoze away and flatten me when the Final Curtain fell with what the men had always wanted to crush––in the first place. And that … for these three males, although now supplied with the tool of a somewhat more complete awareness, some further knowledge and a whole shitload of lies obviously told under no real perjurious threat, … that was to still … change nothing. Because they could. Where was the willingness? The tool of the willingness to change primary physical custody of three minor children and give them back to the mama who had grown them and from whose protecting care and nurturance they had so wrongly been wrung because … she had called the patriarchal supplier of only half of their genetics … to account for his violent and violating behaviors? Because the woman had––truly … truly––pissed off … daMan! Simple.
* * * *
I called Grace Portia at last––and last––to the witness stand, my good, good friend, Grace! Grace whose husband Lionel had just there outside of our views in the courthouse’s hallway been gently squeezing both of his wife’s shoulders and with a very directed gaze beseeching her, “Remember, Grace. For All of Us, remember! From Legion and Her Three Boys to Me and especially for Yourself, Grace, please remember what that puny, little man did to You! And what that thug is getting clean slick away with now! He’s a criminal, Grace!” Deadpanning Lionel. As all the while … Frieda Chicken Guthrie continued her enduring and comforting vigilance with the same patient countenance out in the courthouse corridor … as she had done back in August, it was now Grace’s turn to be called up to the witness stand––and sworn in.
“Would you tell Judge Butcher and me your name please?”
“Grace Portia.”
“How long have you known me?”
“Five years. Since you moved to Ames.”
“Five years. How long have you known the Boys, the Truemaier Boys?”
“Since they too moved to Ames, as soon as they moved here and school started which was almost right after they got here.”
“Is it your impression that you are one of my closet, most personal, intimate friends to whom I share my innermost feelings, beliefs and everything about myself?”
“Yes. Yes, it is.”
“Is it your impression that your sons and my sons are really tight friends?”
“They were. They were until they were taken away to West Virginia.”
“Did your son, Nathan, tell you last night whom his closest and best friend ever, or the last one he ever had, is?”
“He did. It was Jesse Truemaier.”
“Are you acquainted with anybody else here in this courtroom this afternoon? Have you ever met any of these other people in this courtroom before today?”
“Everyone. Except the judge, the recorder and Mr. Scheisser’s helper.”
“So. Do you know Dr. Edinsmaier?”
“Yes.”
“Have you spoken to him?”
“Yes.”
“You have spoken to him several times?”
“Yes.”
“You know Ms. Fannie McLive?” Who, of course, was still being allowed by Judge Harley Butcher inside the courtroom––––whereas all of my other witnesses including Frieda, already examined, were not! ! ! ! … so “allowed”! ! ! !
“Yes.”
“And have you spoken to her?”
“Yes.”
“You have spoken to her many times?”
“Yes.”
“Would it be fair to say, Grace, that it is your impression from having spoken with Dr. Edinsmaier and heard words out of his lips that he would do anything not to go back to court?”
“Yes.”
“Is it your impression and have you heard words spoken out of the lips of Dr. Edinsmaier that Legion True hasn’t hit rock bottom, not until she loses her food and her home?”
“I have heard that.”
“Was this that you heard somewhere between September 20th, say September 23rd or 24th or 25th, and a few days after that to approximately October of 1990?”
“Yes”
“Was that a period then in which the ruling was favorable about the custody of the Truemaier children to Dr. Edinsmaier and not to me?”
Shyster Shindy Scheisser was chomping and fit to be enraged, just short of frothing at those sneering commissures of his lips! “Your Honor, no foundation! You might as well let Dr. True get up and testify herself!”
And, of course, daJudge was curious, only piqued about me and my friendships and how it was I thought that The Blonde Bitch could possibly pull off, alone, something as monumentally gargantuan as a five-day, state district court trial of witnesses, subpoenas, evidence, exhibits … And the whole, friggin’ rest of it. Merely that––––and nothing more … when he was blasély heard to pronounce, “You can answer, Ma’am.”
“Yes, it was.”
“Have you heard words to the effect or have they come out of the lips of Ms. Fannie McLive how it is that she was referring to all the driving and the raising up of so many boys? In that same time period, for instance?”
“Yes.”
“Would you tell Judge Butcher why you would not allow the Truemaier Boys to come over to your home sometime in and around January 1991, and thereafter? Somewhere in the wintry period of January, February or March 1991, and nevermore after that? Why did you stop letting the Truemaier Boys come over to your home?”
“My husband, Lionel, and I discussed it. We decided that we would not ask the Boys to come anymore since June of that year because Herry held the Boys accountable, well for their actions and for Legion’s actions. I could not have them in my home without my getting a lecture on that they were not to see Legion since she lives one street over. I am not going to hold the Boys hostage in my home and not allow them to go out in the neighborhood.”
“Were you afraid of taking any of my sons on your boat?”
“Yes. I didn’t think that the relationship was good enough for me to be held responsible for the safety of any of those Boys.”
“Did you fear that if something injurious happened then Dr. Edinsmaier would sue you and Lionel, your husband?”
“Yes.”
“Did Herod Edinsmaier, a doctor, ever provide you with a telephone number at where you could get a hold of him about his sons?”
That trenchant question––regarding my three Boys’ ‘safety and well-being’––had just been far, far too easy to ask––and so, so angering … to have to. The same ol’, same ol’ regarding the Great and Wonderful Doctor-Daddee, no less. I could just hear Herry jestingly and dismissively toss to Grace as he’d flipped off to me so mother-fucking many, many times, “Well now Grace, if an emergency came up with Zane, Jesse or Mirzah, why, you’d have to go on and handle it yourself alone now anyhow, wouldn’t ya’?!” And with a snide smirk as he swaggered around entertaining that opprobrious perception of his of a “chance to be young and carefree again” escaping away from his … “parental accountability”! Saddling Grace … now The Slacker’s “refuge” away from parenting! with all of those responsibilities! Her without a telephone number!
And this line of proof on Herry the Doctor-Daddee, the Joy Toy Boy, the 17-year-old, older, pleasuring ‘brother’, only continued, “Did he ever provide you, Grace, with a medical release … in case something did happen while the Boys were in your care?”
“No.”
“Did you expect him to provide that, and you didn’t have to read––. Did you expect him to provide that?”
I caught myself from the rest of my question … certain to piss off Mr. Scheisser again, one on Grace Portia’s having … “to read Passive – Aggressor Herry’s mother – fucking mind, after goddamn all?!” Infuriating Herry has always intended his violating, violent behavior to be: persons are expected by him to be able to read his mind (because––that way––it all is always so much less work on Herry’s part of needing to remember to express directives or instructions to folks!) And Herry Edinsmaier always succeeds … at that. At … the express intent of his at infuriation. Niggling needling is one of the most defining idiosyncrasies of passive-aggressiveness. Within Herry, this fuck stems from the jealous Daddee’s neediness for attention. Standard classic DSM-IV.
“Yes. If he was not going to be home where he could be reached,” which we all know Herry was almost never, ever home and almost always out of Urbandale, even out of the state! “then I would expect him to have provided that to me.”
“Otherwise you were left to assume that the only place you could call was the 69th Street Urbandale residence number which, of course, you knew; is that correct?”
“Right. Correct.”
“And were there times then, Grace, to your knowledge when he left you the Boys but he did not go straight back to his home?”
“To my knowledge? O, many. Yes, and when we had the Boys stay for a week at a time, he was often out of town traveling.”
“And you didn’t have any idea where he was; is that correct?”
“Well, I thought he was in Missouri or in Arkansas. But, yes, that is correct: I did not know where he was. Really.”
“In and amongst that time, is it a fact that you and Lionel would have done anything including taking these children in, these Truemaier Boys, if they wanted to … quote-unquote … live with you, Grace? Is it true that you would have, if that had to happen for any reason, if that had had to happen, you would have taken them in to live with you?” And, of course, I already knew the answer to this question, too!
“We would have. We would have taken them in, and we told them that we would take them in.”
[to be continued…]
CAST OF CHARACTERS
Dr. Legion True: One Fucked Mother
Dr. Herod (Herry) Edinsmaier: Legion’s husband/Sperm Source [“re: I am snide” backwards]
Mirzah Truemaier: Legion’s son
Zane Truemaier: Legion’s son
Jesse Truemaier: Legion’s son
AmTaham True: Legion’s father [Mahatma backwards]
Mehitable True: Legion’s mother [Me hit-able—i.e. she was abusive]
Ardys and Endys: Legion’s sisters [names backwards]
Sterling: Legion’s brother [her mother’s planned name of next son (who never came)]
Mi Sprision O'Revinnoco: Herry’s sister [misprision: concealing knowledge of treason/O'Revinnoco = O'Connivero backwards]
Juggern Aut Misein Edinsmaier: Legion’s father-in-law [juggernaut; aut = 0; misein = “to hate (misogyny)”]
Detanimod Edinsmaier: Legion’s mother-in-law [dominated backwards]
Ava Saffron True and Zebulon True: respectively, Legion's paternal grandmother and her husband, Legion's paternal grandfather
Rowland and Wyman Natures: respectively, Legion's most favored uncle and most favored male first cousin
Fannie Issicran McLive: fawning enabler of ex [narcissi(st) and Mc(Evil) backwards]
Mary Jane: daughter of Fannie Issicran McLive; stepsister of Zane, Jesse, and Mirzah
Legion’s Friends: Margaret, Mona, Yanira, Stormy, Lynda, László, Jane, Kincaid, Joseph, Sheryl, Abraham (Quaker elder), Frieda
Legion’s Best Friends: Ms Grace and Dr Lionel Portia and Rachel
Wende: = Legion's friend after divorce [committed suicide due to Custody Crisis]
Jim Cornball: Herry’s acquaintance from AA and realtor
Loser Lorn: Insurance agent referred by Cornball
Judge Sol Wacotler Seizor: 1st Family Court judge
Judge Harley Butcher: 2nd Family Court judge
Judge Barry Crowrook: Appellate Court judge
Judge Pansy Shawshank: Appellate Court judge
Judge Sol Wacotler Seizor: District Court judge on first two trials
Judge Allen Donnellson: Chief, Appellate Court for second and third trials' appeals
Judge Harley Butcher: District Court judge for third trial
Jazzy Jinx: Legion’s first Family Court lawyer
Carlotta Klutz: Legion’s second Family Court attorney
Shindy Scheisser: Herry’s lawyer [shindy = noisy; scheisser = German for shithead]
Li Zhang: Herry’s Aussie affair
Dr Freddie Goldstein & Ella: Herry’s colleague and wife
Mick: = Herry's acquaintance from high school; best man [not in Herry’s life after that as he had no true friends]
Varry Wussamai: Herry's AA sponsor (not a real friend) [I am a wuss backwards]
David Humes: nursing student; classmate of Legion's, y1968 - y1971, New York City
Edmund Silver: Legion's boyfriend pre-Herry
Braemore St: where Legion and her family lived, y1983 - y1986
Havencourt condominium: Legion's Ames apartment; after separation
Zephyr: tabby cat of Zane's, Mirzah's, Jesse's [pronounced “Zay – fear”]
Rex: Jesse’s pet Eastern Florida Kingsnake, female
Lady: Zane's pet Zebra Finch, female
Madonna: realtor
Larry Brouhaha: court-mandated marriage counselor
Dr. Shark: Herry’s residency supervisor who fired him
Carrie Canard: twice judge-mandated custody evaluator
Ms Tsianina Snowball: Legion's friend who instructs her in re The Look
Author: Dr. Blue, aka Ofherod, BSN, DVM, PhD = Commander Edinsmaier's Handmaid (Commander reiamsnidE's Handmaid)
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