Shura put on her green-and-white dress, whereas Aokiya put on her skirt suit. "I was thinking about doing an enchilada casserole." She put a roll of ground beef in the sink. "It should thaw by the time court's over."

Shikhiro and the fam piled up in the truck. He stopped at a doughnut shop. "I'll take a maple bacon bar, a chocolate cake doughnut, and a couple glazed doughnuts please. I'll also take an Americano."

Fifteen minutes later, Shikhiro went back in the truck and passed Aokiya and Shura each a glazed doughnut. He bit into his maple bar. "The bacon compliments the maple frosting!"

.....

The courtroom was packed with people from all walks of life. The bailiff, a bald, black man, said, "All rise for the honourable Judge Horace Shinichiroha."

Lennart Schoen, the prosecutor, laid some yen on the table where Mr. Ni-Huang was sitting. "...and that's why Mr. Benson Ni-Huang should rot in jail!"

Mrs. Senshihara was in the hot seat. "Mr. Ni-Huang is a creepy person! He's blatant about it as well. He one time threatened to peg a little black boy with his penis for talking back to him; I called him out for it."

Benson laughed at Shikhiro. The bailiff forced his head to the front. That way, Shikhiro wouldn't have to knock a knot in said former instructor's head.

"We will break for lunch," Judge Horace declared as he banged his gavel two hours later. 

.....

Lunch involved black rice, sausages, veggies, noodle soup, and ube cake. Shikhiro fixed Shura's plate and set it in front of her. "Thanks, daddy," she said as she started noshing. 

A Korean lady approached the little girl. "You're a brave girl, Shura, is it?" She slid her 30 yen.

"Thank you, ma'am. I'm gonna save it and spend it on an Anne Frank book."

Hiro smiled and ate some of his soup. "I seeeeee carrots, peas, daikon..."

.....

Victim impact statement came around. Shura stood up, paper in hand. "What you did to me was uncalled for; however, I forgive you. Laugh all you want, but you will be somebody's girlfriend, and you'll no longer have a smile on your face."

Mr. Ni-Huang was laughing still. Hiro stood up. "What you did to my daughter wasn't right. I wish I could rip your ribcage outta your body right now! But I can't, so I'll forgive you. You will be somebody's sex slave. You took Shura's innocense, and I wish the judge would say, 'There he is. Do what your want.' I would kill you! That's all I've got to say."

"Has the jury reached a verdict?" asked Judge Horace.

"We have, your honour. We find Benson Ni-huang guilty of child molestation."

"Twenty years in prison!" Judge Horace banged his gavel. 

Mr. Ni-huang pooped his pants as he was getting escorted to the police car. Benson was in for a rude awakening. Hiro declared, "We should get pizza to celebrate. Papa Johns, anyone?"

"Ooh, Daddy. Mind if we have wings?" Shura asked, as they walked in the sunset.

"Yeah, why not?"