THE TRIAL
Next day I go out in the yard, stretch a bit and start chatting when one of the cops comes up
"Hold your hands out."
I looked round nervously and then held my hands out, squealing when the cuffs were snapped tightly round my wrists and I was dragged off.
"What's this for Miss?"
"You're going to court."
"Oh great, I can tell the judge what really happened."
The other cop appeared with another prisoner, Samantha I think, and we were taken across the road from the prison and into the empty courtroom.
I looked around
"Where is my lawyer?"
"The lawyers all died."
"Well I suppose that is a result."