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mug in the sink and picked up my files. When I opened the front door,
a sharp cool breeze swept my face. I was glad I still had my hair braided.
That wind would have blown it all over the place. I always braided my
hair when Keith was away. I just hadn't felt like unbraiding it. The
shuttle took me the short distance to the main court building. Through
the observation windows I could see hundreds of soldiers milling around
outside. "The Harrison case is drawing a lot of attention," my driver
said. "Do you want me to walk you in?" "No, it's okay. I'll be alright,"
I said with a quick nod. "Hey, why don't you wear Keith's gold bars?
Those soldiers would respect that." Keith's captain's bars were attached
to a black armband. I carried the armband everywhere I went, but I had
never put it on. It just didn't feel right. "Good luck," my driver said
as I closed the shuttle door. The soldiers could see me as I walked
to the building and they each focused their attention my way. Sergeants,
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rider!" I heard one say in disgust. I let the insult pass and continued
through security, and to my office. My young assistant was waiting for
me with a fresh pot of coffee. "Trial resumes in ten minutes, "Alex
said with an anxious voice. "Did you write your summation? Are you ready
to close? Hey, you don't look so good." Was I ready? No I wasn't ready,
but even a child like Alex could win this case. Did I have a summation?
I didn't need one. All I had to do was sit down. "Are you going to call
any more witnesses?" Alex asked. "You don't need to. You've already
proved he's guilty." "We all know he's guilty, but why? Why would he
act that way?" I asked more to myself than to Alex. "It doesn't matter.
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