Fiction | June 01, 1985

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“SHE WAITED IN A LOBBY hardly bigger than a parking space for the trial to resume–with jurors, spectators, plaintiff, defendant all sharing the same thin air, the same thin conversation. That was one difference between this court and most in the lower forty-eight.”

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