Vanity. Ares

replied the journalist as he used his notepad hand
to pick the edge of his nose, nonchalantly. I
envied a nonchalant nose pick at the time, but
eyes were on me and I could do no such thing
with any leisure.
Connor caught up to me walking a little
ahead towards the front of the court and told me
that amongst the witnesses called to the trial
which I thought were just: Carly, Beckett, Anais,
Gordot, Maria and Brandy, he said that the
prosecutors had dug quite deep into my whole life
and they had in fact also called Mr Olatende to be
a witness for the trial. "They've ravaged
everything, they probably know more about you
than you," he said, and I assumed that he also
meant my previous stints in Prison and the
confidence tricks. From this I mused: ‘Whom a
person put’s their confidence in is far from a
crime in my book' but not according to the
prosecutor's as Connor then said: “Cesare is
brutal! a real killer, so please try and stick to what
I told you. But the con stuff…” before trailing off,
distracted by his blue tie, which made me notice
his red shirt. My head in a whirlpool; a red shirt
and blue tie made no sense to me.
I was then escorted to a seat next to
Connor and I remember taking notice of a lady I
assumed was a clerk sat in front of the judge and a
man with a pencil drawing just ahead of where I
sat. I looked behind and saw people at the back I
knew as the journalists and in the public seating
area my eyes caught that of Anais’, who smiled at
me, prompting me to smile back. As I sat still
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