Gray Mountain

by John Grisham

“When did you prepare the lawsuit?” “We keep them in inventory. The file is actually called ‘Dummy Lawsuits.’ Just plug in a different name, splash the words ‘Federal Court’ all over it, and they scatter like squirrels.” Dummy lawsuits. Scattering like squirrels. Samantha wondered how many of her classmates at Columbia had been exposed to such legal tactics.

They say a woman marries a man with the belief she can change him, and she can’t. A man marries a woman with the belief that she won’t change, and she does.

“What’s legal aid?” “It’s free legal services for low-income people.” It was a foreign concept. He smiled and asked, “Do you take on lamp factories?” “Sorry. Just poor folks.” “We’re losing money, I swear. I’ll show you the books.”

“What, may I ask, is in Bristol?” “An airport. Beyond that, if I tell you then I’ll have to kill you.” “You’re on a rampage, go ahead.”