Then Paul appeared. Paul, who had been defended by his friend Kevin during the arrest, who had been the subject of "Paul wouldn't" during the clapping ovation, sat down beside the old man with the quiet commitment of a man who had made a decision about where he wanted to be and the decision was here.
Then another inmate. One she hadn't met. He sat behind Paul with zero introduction and the body language of someone joining a line whose purpose he hadn't confirmed but whose location seemed correct.
Then another.
Guinevere looked up from the book. Four people were sitting on the ground in front of her bench, arranged in a loose semicircle, looking at her with the collective expectation of an audience that had assembled itself without being asked.
"Oh." Her face softened. "Would you like me to read it out loud?"
