I have a red-haired attorney friend who’s a real Jekyll and Hyde. In his personal life he is a gentle man and kind to everyone. In his practice, he’s a bulldog, and in the courtroom I hear he’s a mad one.
With my Writers Group. Mr. Jekyll and Hyde is the red haired gentleman sitting on the couch.
He’s in trial this week, and I texted his wife—who’s in my writer’s group and helped me a great deal on my new novel—to ask how he was doing in trial. She first texted, “I don’t know. He left this morning.”
Later she texted, “Just talked to _________, he said he’s kicking ass and loves himself!”
I guess he’s doing fine.