Now I needed money, because
lawyers, as nice as they are, don’t do
anything for free. I called a friend
and asked him if he could ask his
dad to borrow some money. He said
he’d handle it. He talked to his dad,
and the lawyer got his retainer the
next day.
With the lawyer taken care of, I
felt like I had things under control.
I was feeling pretty slick. I’d
handled the situation, and, most
important, Mom and Abel were
none the wiser.
When the time came for lights-
out a cop came and took my stuff.
My belt, my wallet, my shoelaces.