Fiorella was all primped and primed for jury duty, but she flunked out of her own accord. Yes, the judge gave 150 of us leave to go if we had what we considered to be good excuses, and by then, two hours after she had arrived, Fio did. She had planned to stay the course, but nausea and claustrophobia took its toll. Mostly what we were doing was sitting and waiting, and Fio doesn't handle close spaces or crowds well.
It was all for the best. Fiorella was getting restless and who knows what she might have said or done.
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