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65 Jury Room The guy I thought was a lawyer was unemployed.The concert promoter sits at a folding table and makes his case for getting the museum to extend its Arms toward us.The soldier drinks a diet soda and eats peanuts. Schoolteachers see Hillary Duff in a photo spread.The skinny woman in the brown dress sits down with a Ladies’Home Journal. She extended the invitation. We are a very low-maintenance organization.We want performers who are good and low-maintenance, the promoter continues.A cross-dressing man fills out a check in a book. Resolved, the ladies discriminated in that printing office years ago. The judge may ask of us some embarrassing things. The promoter’s cell phone goes off. He’d checked the list, he’s able to fit us in. Prospective jurors return.They begin 66 folktales of a judge telling each to speak his name.The head of newspaper circulation looks at the wall, gives directions in her absence. The rest of us are given a telephone number. We are told to call it tonight. ...

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