ABSTRACT
The dinner-time conversation at Ravi’s house often revolved around cases that his father was trying, or considering taking to trial, but which had him in some way puzzled. It looked like this was going to be another such dinner. Ravi’s father, as whenever he had a case on his mind, was quiet and just picked at his food. Ravi’s mother looked at Ravi and smiled. They both knew that it would not be long before the father shared the details to get Ravi’s input.
