TIME PASSED SLOWLY. As Aslyn waited for any sort of a sign that it was all a mistake, two more women were admitted to the cell. They didn’t look to Aslyn like they belonged there any more than she thought she did.
Her bench mate asked the last woman that entered, “You see the time out there in booking?”
The woman nodded, obviously scared.
“Well? What time is it?”
“It’s about 12:30.”
“Before or after?” the other woman pressed her.
“After. Like...12:34.”
“Figured they was busy. They ain’t brought around no lunch yet. There a lot more people out there?”
“Three or four more women like...like me. Coupla’ guys too. Not sure about them.”
“Like you, sugar? What does that mean?”
“From the rally. Women from the rally.”
“Rally? What do you mean, rally?”
“The Women’s March and Rally downto
