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It's been a tense weekend. Every morning, checking the paper for Jerusalem's name, either in the bylines or among the arrest announcements. (Posted bail. That's a good sign.) Anticipation twisting in his gut for two and a half damn days, even though he knows that it would probably take a weekend to write the article. Even though he knows that if the article does come out, he's probably not going to find it out from the paper.
It's Monday morning, when he can tell things have changed. The awed, fearful look on the orderly's face when he takes his medication, when he thanks the young man.
He laughs once he's out of sight, quietly gleeful, and settles down on his bunk with a book of Sherlock Holmes stories. This is going to be interesting. And possibly very unpleasant, for someone or other.
It's Monday morning, when he can tell things have changed. The awed, fearful look on the orderly's face when he takes his medication, when he thanks the young man.
He laughs once he's out of sight, quietly gleeful, and settles down on his bunk with a book of Sherlock Holmes stories. This is going to be interesting. And possibly very unpleasant, for someone or other.