When the Red Giant finally looked up from his laptop and registered what I told him about the case, his eyes got big. "We talked about that when he got kicked off the water board! You know too much about this case. You can't qualify for this jury, hon."
I shrugged. I rejected out-of-hand that I couldn't be an objective juror because he'd written a story about a raucous water board meeting. Truth is, I hadn't allowed the details to take up permanent residence in my brain. The Red Giant writes a lot of stories, full of technical detail, and I often read them for egregious grammar errors. But I don't retain what I've read. So, I walked, open-hearted, forward into the process.
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