|
SleepersI was two months shy of my thirteenth birthday and about to leave home for the first time in my life. 'Have the defendants been made aware of the charges against them?' the Judge asked. 'Yes they have, your Honor,' our lawyer responded, sounding as low-rent as he looked. 'Do they understand those charges?' 'Yes they do, your Honor.' In truth we didn't understand. We were told the night before our appearance that the charges against us would be lumped together under the umbrella tag of assault one, which constituted reckless endangerment. The petty theft charge would be dropped in everyone's case but mine, since my action was what precipitated all that followed. 'It's the best I could do,' our lawyer told us, sitting behind a cluttered desk in his one-room office. 'You have to admit, it's better than getting hit with attempted murder. Which is what the other side wanted.' 'You're a regular Perry Mason,' John told him, seconds before his mother cuffed the side of his face. 'What does it mean for the boys?' Father Bobby asked, ignoring the slap and the comment. 'They'll do a year,' the lawyer said. 'Minimum ...» |
Код для вставки книги в блог HTML
phpBB
текст
|
|