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“You had to go to war, didn’t you?” Edna accused Mrs. Janowski as she sat on the edge of a bench. She meekly scanned the jail cell we shared with a host of other women. “We had a chance to walk away and now look at us. We’ve been tossed into jail for resisting arrest, public disturbance, vandalism, destruction of property, and indecent exposure! My membership to the ladies’ knitting circle will be revoked, and it’s all your fault.”
“Bah!” Mrs. Janowski paced the cell. “It was Sylvia who took the first shot.”
“He said we were old!” Sylvia said.
“None of the charges will stick,” Mrs. Janowski said.
“You toppled the stone monolith,” Edna said.
“It wasn’t accurate, anyway. I did them a favor.”
“Well, you didn’t do us any favors,” Edna continued. “We’ll be cell mates with Ida.”
“Poor
