“Well? What happened next?”
I squirmed in my seat. I used to think that was just a figure of speech, but here I was, squirming all over the chair on the witness stand. I wished I could squirm all the way out of the courtroom.
“Mr. Manse, please answer the question.”
My mouth was dry, the only part of me that was, but I managed to speak anyway. “The guy walked over to them and started yelling.”
“By ‘them’ you mean who, Mr. Manse?”
I blanked for a second, then tentatively pointed toward the prosecution’s table. “Those two,” I said, indicating the young couple sitting side by side, looking for all the world like two embarrassed children. The guy was young, maybe twenty or so, and kinda geeky, his thick glasses catching the glare of the fluorescent
lights every time he turned toward the girl, who looked even younger. Turned out she was older, almost twenty-five, but she was dressed like all the girls in my high school; provocative, revealing, but with a look on her face that......
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