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Ed. note: Apologies for the delay between this installment and the last one. As you can see, I’ve moved from a Wednesday/Sunday posting schedule to something more… sporadic.

I spent Tuesday morning reading the briefs and doing some research for Hamadani, an immigration case involving a Pakistani man seeking political asylum in the United States. The immigrant, who overstayed illegally years ago but went on to start a successful small business (a grocery store), as well as to raise two kids here, seemed sympathetic. But the legal standard for granting asylum struck me as stringent.

So immersed in my reading, I didn’t realize it was half past noon until James’s tall, slender figure materialized in the doorway of my windowless office.

“Lunch?”

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Intrigued by my new neighbor, I didn’t notice how much I was leaning into the white gate — which swung open with a loud creaking noise. I fell forward for a second before regaining my footing. The young woman looked up, and our eyes met.

“Girl, what you looking at?”

Her aggressive tone caught me off guard. I was momentarily speechless.

“What,” she said, “are your ears as small as your tiny white ass?”

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October 17, 2011

Ms. Audrey Coyne
129 York Street
Apt. 5F
New Haven, Connecticut 06511

Dear Audrey:

I am writing in confirmation of our understanding that I have offered, and you have accepted, a clerkship in my chambers for the 2012-2013 judicial year. I am delighted to have you on board, and I look forward to working together.

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Through the glass storefront, I spotted Jeremy. He saw me too, grinned, and waved like a beauty queen on speed. Phew: he was clearly very happy with how his clerkship search had turned out.

Jeremy blew into Willoughby’s, pecked me on the cheek, dropped off his bag at the table (was that a new Jack Spade?), and went up to the counter to order a drink. I fiddled with my phone as I waited for him, texting my mother to say that I’d call her tonight to let her know how my L.A. trip went.

“So,” said Jeremy, sitting down with his large soy latte, “tell me everything, Miss Audrey. I want to hear every last delicious detail.”

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After the interview, the rest of the day passed in a blur. I met briefly with Judge Stinson’s current clerks, just to say hello and to introduce myself to them as one of their successors. The Stinson clerks seemed friendly and enthusiastic about their jobs, and as is often the case with clerks to the same judge, I had several connections in common with them.

One of the current clerks, Michael Nomellini, also graduated from Harvard College and Yale Law School (where he served as president of the Federalist Society, a group of conservative and libertarian law students). Another clerk, Janet Lee, was an Asian-American woman from New York City who graduated from Stuyvesant, my high school alma mater. Even though I hadn’t met Michael or Janet before, we played the “name game” and quickly discovered we had several mutual friends. Both Michael and Janet gave me their email addresses and phone numbers and told me to contact them with any questions that might come up before the start of my clerkship.

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