Michael's barrister asked for ten minutes and was given fifteen.
Nora watched them through the glass at the end of the corridor: Ms Adeyemi-Clarke talking, quietly and at some length, with a hand flat on a folder, and Michael Cole standing with his back against a radiator looking at the floor like a boy outside a headmaster's office.
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