Dad poked me hard in the... «The Pale-Faced Lie»
cat_on_the_shelf22 января 2022Dad poked me hard in the arm. “You can’t imagine what goes through a man’s mind on the bus ride to prison.” His eyes bugged out, and the vein on his forehead started thumping.
This wasn’t good. How stupid of me—I should have kept my mouth shut. I’d gotten him angry, and we might have twelve hours ahead of us today and more tomorrow. As usual, I didn’t know what he had planned, but for sure, he’d take his anger out on me.
“That might be the toughest part of all,” Dad said, his voice harsh, “the swelling up of the stark reality that this is it. You’re going to wake up in the Big House for untold mornings to come. There’s no escape. By that point, you’ve pushed the fury, or whatever dominated your brain when you committed the crime, so far back so many times that you would swear you didn’t do anything wrong. You even use more passive ways of talking, like turning ‘when I committed the crime’ into ‘when the crime was committed.’ It doesn’t matter—even if what you did was justified.”
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