Amy can tell the ages all vary, from students to retired folks. Some carry signs. As she passes by them, searching for Marlene and Brooke, she sees statements like We Love You, Grace and Standing with God. Across from them on the other side of the steps, like two teams on a soccer field, are men and women carrying signs that say God Is a Lie, Hands Off Our Children’s Minds and School, Not Sunday School. A trim and perky TV reporter stands in the middle of the crowd on the steps, speaking into a camera. “This morning, Grace Wesley’s counsel is expected to begin defense of her controversial classroom comments. . . .” Amy spots Marlene near the front of the group. Brooke is right next to her. “Good morning, Brooke,” Amy says, giving her a hug. She does the same to her niece. “We’ve been here for over an hour,” Marlene says in a voice that sounds like it’s had its morning coffee. “Hello, Ms. Ryan,” Brooke says. “Did you come with your parents?” Amy asks. “Not exactly.
