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Show 151 "Man, I never want to go through this again!" "Twice is enough, Isn't it? Like I told you, another arrest of this nature and you'd be into a felony charge and that's a bad business. When you turn eighteen, you'll bloody well be out of Pampers, kid." "Don't I know it!" "Look, Dyna, I have to scoot, but I'll see you across the hall in a few minutes. Stick to the truth now, and look that judge right in the eye." Dyna opted for a brave smile as Greenaway walked out and turned the key in the lock, but the smile didn't fit any better than her state issued T-shirt, so she let it go. Greenaway had encouraged her to "dress up" in her own clothes for the hearing, but Dyna didn't want to. These gray duds were her sackcloth and ashes, symbol of her penance. She had to wear them to court. The JDC stamped in black letters across the front stood for Juvenile Detention Center, of course, but Dyna had wiled away a whole hour one dull afternoon creating alternative meanings for the initials. "Judas Dumps Christ" had been her favorite, although "Just Don't Cry!" was the one that came to mind at the moment. Now that she was alone, Dyna noticed the sign on the glass wall that separated her from the world. She was forced to read it backward. "No visiting," it said, "By Order of the Court." Oh no! That means they won't be bringing Gram in here. _I won't get to see her before the hearing! Dyna's eyes burned. She turned her head toward the narrow window that looked out on a courtyard and blinked back the tears. She needed to see Gram. She could make her laugh, tell her not to worry . . . they'd soon be together again at home, wouldn't they? Detention wasn't forever. And she wasn't a bad person. You know that, don't you, Gram? A shaft of afternoon sun bathed the tiny garden area and penetrated Dyna's waiting room. Outside, purple and yellow rock flowers reached upward toward the light. Dyna turned her back on the peaceful scene. It was a mockery! How dare the sun be shining on a day. like this.! And then a key turned in the lock and a young man was asking her to follow him, please. |