wondering if you could come get me out.â He sounded very young, if not particularly frightened about his predicament.
âOkay, Leon. Full name.â
âLeon James Prouty.â
âWhat have you been charged with, young man?â
âUh. They said I was doing some midnight landscaping.â
âI donât know what that means.â
âLike if you was to find a yard where somebody had just did some landscaping, and you was to dig up all the new bushes and throw âem in a truck, drive off with them? Thatâs what youâd call midnight landscaping.â
âSo the charge would be grand theft?â
âI guess. Plus, you know how they do, make up a bunch of shit, try to scare you? Criminal trespass, breaking and entering, receivingâso on, so forth.â
âYou at the city jail?â
âPickeral Point police station.â
âOkay, good. So have you been booked?â
âYes sir.â
âYou got money, Leon? I donât work for free.â
âHow much this gonna cost me?â
I picked a number out of the air, just to see if he was serious. âWe could probably get you started for five hundred. If you should happen to go to trial, considerably more.â
âOh. No problem. Can I write you a check?â
âYouâre making a joke, right?â
âIâll get it from the ATM as soon as you spring me.â
A thief with a bank account. What a pleasant novelty. Most of my clients keep their life savings in a fat wad in their front pocket. âIâll be right down,â I said. âI trust you havenât given a statement to the police?â
âNo sir. I donât say jack to them clowns.â
âKeep it that way. Iâll be right down.â
I hung up the phone and turned to Lisa. âIâve got to run. Go back to my house and just sit tight for a while, okay?â
âHow about I come with you?â
âForget it.â
âIâll leave the rum here. Huh? What do you say?â She smiled coyly.
I didnât feel like negotiating with a drunk, so we walked silently out to my aging Chrysler. Lisa slouched in a small heap next to me, drumming rapidly on her thigh with her fingernails. âPut your seat belt on.â
âYes, Daddy,â she said in an ironic tone.
âAnd when did you start smoking?â
âYou know what, Dad? The reason I came here is I was hoping to avoid the judgmental bullshit.â
Despite her promise to leave the rum in the office, sheâd brought it with her. I reached over, grabbed it, poured it out the window.
âMan!â she said. âYou had to do that, didnât you? Mr. Good Parent. Mr. Take Charge.â
When she was sober, Lisa was a terrific kid. But right now I didnât like her much. Had I been this impossible back in my drinking days? Undoubtedly. Probably a good deal worse. I am a grandiose drunk. The more I swig, the bigger a man I am, the greater my accomplishments, the smarter I get, the braver, the taller . . . I sneaked a look at my daughter and felt the creeping itch of shame. My fault. Surely this was all my fault.
It was the hook she would always have in me. As long as I felt like I might be able to reclaim her, make up for my mistakes as a father, sheâd always have leverage over me, always have the ability to force me into being softer on her than I probably ought to be.
I kept my mouth closed and drove.
When we reached the police station, I said, âWait here for me.â Why I bothered saying that, I donât know. Lisa, of course, got out and followed me into the station.
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