Now it's time for the last word with Lawrence O'Donnell. Hello again, Lawrence.

Good evening, Alex, and put me down as desperately available to be on with you and Rachel talking

about this trial any night.

Please, I've marked you down, see you tomorrow night.

Okay, thanks, I'm a good joke.

Thank you.

Well, the excitement and anticipation in the room hit a new high at 1032 a.m.

She entered wearing all black as if on her way to a funeral.

The loose fitting, plain black clothing draping

from her shoulders to her toes suggested

the modesty of a nun.

The makeup was minimal, the way she and the other moms in her neighborhood

might look when shopping at the local grocery store. The long blonde hair held

up with a clip at the back of her head. The way it might be in a

utilitarian way while she was doing dishes or checking one of the horseshoes on

her horse. She later spoke of so proudly. When she walked by

him her face had the same expressionless somber look that all the jurors always have when they walked by him looking

at the floor.

She didn't look at him. The first time they were in a room together, his bodyguard was standing outside the door. This time his bodyguards were much closer.

She was alone in the room with him that first time. This time there were

over a hundred people in the room all watching her. Except him. He didn't look at her. except him.

He didn't look at her.

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