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As a professional courtesy, they gave me a private cell which I appreciated.The jail cots were not especially conducive for sleeping. Even if they were, I don’t think it would have made a difference. I was too tense to sleep. My mind kept running circles around familiar tracks as to why was I framed, who was framing me, and most importantly— what was going to happen during my arraignment? What if I was denied bail? Carrie said the District Attorney wouldn’t block bail, but I knew that bail was frequently denied in murder cases. Besides, it was the judge’s decision, not the prosecutor’s. There were no guarantees. Anything could happen.
Carrie brought me a change of clothes and waited as I dressed for court. Outside, I sucked in the air as if it would soon disappear, appreciating the da
