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Call Me Unfixable

A Bryant Street Story



Act One


I sat in my brand-new green Lexus on the hot pavement of Bryant Street and stared at the front door of my home across the lush and expensive green lawn, always perfectly kept, of course.

The car’s engine idled almost silently and the air conditioning blew cold.

Before any rough day in court, as a major trial lawyer, I always sat in my car and made sure I was completely in character. The worst thing I could do in a courtroom was to have sudden doubts, or fall out of my belief system.

I thought of it as going on stage. I had to be completely in my character, completely submerged in the part I needed to play.

And that’s what I had to do now. I had to stay in the part, in character. I couldn’t let a stray thought break my concentration.

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