February 12th arrived gray and cold. Sacramento County Superior Court, 729th Street, an imposing building downtown. Robert and I arrived at 8:45 for the 9:00 hearing. Security screening, metal detectors, elevator to the fourth floor, Department 42. The courtroom smelled of wood polish and old law books. California state seal above the bench. Judge Williams’s name plate gleaming brass. Michael and Amanda were already there with Linda Fitzgerald. First time I’d seen them since Christmas night. Michael wore a cheap suit, ill-fitting, probably borrowed. He hadn’t shaved well. Dark circles shadowed his eyes. Amanda wore business casual from Target or Walmart. Her hair less styled than I remembered, makeup minimal. Jenny sat between them looking miserable. Linda Fitzgerald carried an overstuffed briefcase, papers threatening to spill out. She looked harried and unprepared. Michael saw me, his face flushed immediately, pale to pink to red to nearly purple, like watching a sunset reflected in anger. Amanda looked away, wouldn’t meet my eyes. Jenny gave a small sad wave. I nodded back. All rise. Department 42 now in session. Honorable Harriet Williams presiding. Judge Williams was an African-American woman in her 60s, gray hair and a professional bun, reading glasses on a chain. Her expression suggested she’d seen every type of foolishness courts could offer. She took the bench, reviewed the file briefly. I’ve reviewed the complaint in response. Let’s get straight to it. Miss Fitzgerald, your clients are claiming what exactly? Linda stood fumbling with papers. Your honor, my clients resided at the defendant’s property for 36 months. They established adverse possession through continuous occupancy. Adverse possession requires 5 years minimum in California. Your clients lived there 3 years. Explain the discrepancy. Well, your honor, there’s also constructive ownership through improvements made to the property. What improvements?
