"Shamar the Worker? Get your stuff. We're going."
Ge-Ge was waiting in the reception room. Her hair had been especially waved for the occasion. She wore a suit newly pressed and gleaming. She had tears in her eyes.
She fled to his arms. "Darling!" she cried, caressing his face with childlike wonder. "Was it awful? Did they beat you?"
"I'm fine."
"Darling, we're going to get you out on bail. I've made all the arrangements. We just have to go to the Judge's chambers for a minute, and they'll let you go. Thank God you're going to be out of this horrible place, at least for a little while."
The jailer brought Shamar's belt and his bag of possessions. Shamar signed a receipt for them and they went to the Judge.
The Judge said, "Please be seated." He had a resonant and friendly voice. He went to his desk and sat down.