No plea bargain is struck. The jury is picked, and Lucinda asks a few random ones whether they have accepted bribes and sees who looks nervous: no one, as it turns out, so she strikes people who are too young to have children and one fellow who looks like he hates the entire world for her picks. Paul strikes a grandmotherly type and someone who admits when asked that they don't think much of rich people.
"All rise," comes the command as Judge Roberts walks in.
self_composed
[Very inexplicable indeed,] Bella says fondly. Pet pet pet.
edgeofyourseat
Awwwwww. Alice leans against the edge of her bed and indulges in some snuggly happy feelings.
self_composed
It's been enough of a long day that Bella goes ahead and dives into that tempting feedback loop.
Tomorrow there will be more things to do.
Tomorrow there will be more things to do.
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