'My lawyer had told me to imagine I am someplace else.
'"You have a good imagination, Oliver," he'd said. "Can you do that for me?" '
I imagine the court walls becoming clear and the outer benches stretching up into curved windows. I picture lines of brand new cars inside. They are the metallic colours of bright planets: red, blue, silver. Some collect more people in their orbits than others, glinting inside rings of prospective buyers. I like to sit with the cars that get ignored. '
I whisper, "I'd take you away if I could. I want to help." '
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