How at home she looked, in the dock in her red jumpsuit, tougher than any of the guards, badder than any of the bad bad men, waiting for a judgment that meant nothing, at least by the look on her face.
How at home she looked, in the dock in her red jumpsuit, tougher than any of the guards, badder than any of the bad bad men, waiting for a judgment that meant nothing, at least by the look on her face.