It's almost county fair season in America. People will soon be showing off their prize tomatoes and fattened pigs. Kids will eat too much and get sick on the rides, and folks will run into people they haven't seen in a very long time -- like I did.
The juvenile officer was just a few feet away, looking at the art exhibits, and I knew I couldn't avoid him. After all, we had some unfinished business.
My palms got sweaty. I cleared my throat. I didn't want to bring up the past, but I had to.
"About what I did in high school, Lyle." I looked about cautiously. "You said there'd be some community service. Maybe a fine."
"Yes," he said, ignoring my nervousness.
"Well, it's been three years and nothing's happened...."
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July 26, 2014