Born a Crime

course she’d known: the car. It had
been missing the whole time. I’d
been so wrapped up in dealing with
jail and covering my tracks I’d
forgotten that the proof of my crime
was right there in the yard, the red
Mazda missing from the driveway.
And of course when I called my
friend and he’d asked his dad for
the money for the lawyer, the dad
had pressed him on what the
money was for and, being a parent
himself, had called my mother
immediately. She’d given my friend
the money to pay the lawyer. She’d
given my cousin the money to pay
my bail. I’d spent the whole week in