قعد ساعتها. لكن المحامي بتاعي إللي وصل لأخر صبره، رفع دراعاته بطريقة خلت كمامه تنزل وتبين تنيات القميص المتنشي وهو بيصرخ بحمقة : " من الأخر، يا ترى هو متهم بدفن أمه ولا بقتل واحد ؟ والناس ضحكت. 
No sooner had he sat down than my lawyer, out of all patience, raised his arms so high that his sleeves fell back, showing the full length of his starched shirt cuffs. "Is my client on trial for having buried his mother, or for killing a man?" he asked. There were some titters in court. 