SARDONIC: At the Lawyer’s Office By Sally Madison

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At the Lawyer’s Office
By Sally Madison

Prescott, in his burgundy great coat, entered the lawyer’s office with an arrogance stride. “What can I do for you, Mr. Prescott?” asked Mr. Sullivan. Dressed in his tailored blue pin-striped suit accentuated by the pointed handkerchief in his breast pocket, Sullivan stood as he reached out his hand to Prescott.
Ignoring the lawyer’s offer of a handshake, Prescott sat down and got straight to the point, “I believe you have a client who is looking to adopt a child, is this correct?”
Somewhat taken aback, Sullivan sat back down and replied, “Well, yes, how did you know?”
Prescott continued, “It doesn’t matter. My sister is about to deliver. Our parents are unaware, and we wish to keep it that way. She is willing to put the child up for adoption. I cannot guarantee a boy or girl, but I know the father and my sister, and both are healthy and beautiful people. The child should grow to be smart, as well as attractive.”
“If I should be able to arrange such an adoption, what compensation would your sister expect?” inquired Sullivan.
Prescott leaned back confidently, “I believe that $10,000 could seal the deal. As I said, I know the parents, as well as your client, so I think that would be about right.”
Mr. Sullivan’s eyes widened with surprise, as he realized what kind of a man he was dealing with. “Do you have a photo of your sister, that I can show my client?” The negative reply prompted more questions. “What features can you describe: hair, facial features, stature? Anything, that might convince my client that this is a good option, would help.
“She was.. I mean, is … a beautiful young woman of 19, light brown hair, slight in stature about 5’ 3” and a college student, studying music at Wellslley College. I mean Mount Holyoke…”, Prescott quickly corrected for fear that his story would be checked out. “The father is handsome, smart as a whip, with black hair… “, he continued describing the father.
Mr. Sullivan leaned back in his leather swivel chair, with his hands touching fingertip to fingertip, as if in prayer, thought for a few minutes, noticed that Prescott, with his smug face had just described himself completely, and replied “I would be happy to convey your message, Mr. Prescott.” Sullivan acquiesced, through his gritted teeth, hiding his indignation.
As Prescott retreated from the room, he turned back and added, “for you future information, I have another sister who is expecting in August, should you have another client interested in adoption. Maybe, we can do business, again.” Sullivan rose from his chair, replied sardonically, “Your sisters are so fortunate.”
After reflecting on the visit, Sullivan concluded, “maybe, some good will come out of it.” Upon leaving his office, he spoke to his secretary, “Miss Jones, call the Anderson’s, please. I’ll be back in a minute, need to wash my hands.”

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