I never told them I was Satan's bride

We got up at four, got dressed and hurried out. A small group of people were already waiting in front of the courthouse. They had brought candles and blankets and set up a camp in the midst of the morning frost. We joined the group because they smiled at us. The dungaree-girl I had noticed the day before was there. Her eyes were watchful but she remained aloof. There was also a bubbly blond girl called Tina. She looked like a prom queen which made me instantly suspicious of her. But when I found out she'd come all the way from Stockholm I was impressed. There was also a girl with brown eyes and long dark hair and a half-moon shaped scar slashed across her cheek. This defect couldn't take away from her prettiness. Her name was Susanne. And then there was an older man, Roland. He had also traveled from far. And he told us that he'd sent some porno magazines to Juha in jail. He was a strange character.
The dungaree-girl's name was Åsa. I asked her if she knew Juha.
At that she cracked a Mona-Lisa smile and said: No comments. 
Inside there was more of the same. Juha wore the same red sweater and boots. He looked above it all, playing with his hair and rocking on his chair. At one point Tina whispered to me: I hope he falls. And I said: Yes, and we should force-shave Gunnar Falk. And then we became overcome with giggles. Gunnar Falk was Marita's attorney and he had a giant dark mustache that looked like an insect crawling on his upper lip.
The members of the press kept approaching members of our group. They wanted to know everything about us, it seemed. And that was flattering to me. And it was fun to speak to grown-ups and have them hang onto every word I said. We played hard to get at first, but eventually caved in a bit.
I had to return home, because I had a job at a kindergarten waiting for me. It was arranged by the city to save a drop-out like me.
I never told them I was Satan's bride (or wished to be).