I’ve learned the best way to blend in when I’m in court is to dress like an attorney. Dark suit, sensible shoes, understated jewelry, and no makeup. No one looks twice at me. I’m one of them. On this day, I blend in so well that the prosecutors a few feet away don’t even recognize me, which is particularly amusing as I just interviewed them the week before. But they aren’t looking for me here, at an arraignment hearing inside the jail that’s not open to the public. They don’t expect to see me, and so they don’t.
