“This can’t be right, can it?” said the victim, after he had been ushered into the seat next to mine. “I’m sure we shouldn’t be talking to each other.” So we didn’t, all day. And we didn’t again last Monday, when we were called back to the waiting room. Another day passed in writhing boredom – and then, just as the sun was starting to fade, a court official arrived to tell us that we wouldn’t be needed after all.