Continued from 3 August 2020
The following is an excerpt from my book Saturation.
I studied my handcuffs as we drove away. They were heavy and cumbersome, which made dialing and holding my cell phone awkward. Calling Dad was no easy feat, but I managed.
“Hello?” He answered on the first ring.
“Hey, Dad! I’m in a cop car! Dick just had me arrested. Again! We’re going to jail!” I said enthusiastically.
“Who’s We?” He asked. I noticed he didn’t sound very surprised.
“US. The cops and me. We’re all in the car. Together. We’re driving. Just a sec, Dad.”
“We’re going to jail, right?” I asked the cops.
“Yep. We’re going to jail.” One of them answered.
“Yeah, Dad? We’re going to jail.” I said back into the phone.
“Jenny, Dick just called me.” Dad said.
“He did? But I just got in the car. We aren’t even out of my neighborhood yet.”
“He called me as soon as you guys drove off.” Dad explained.
“But it’s almost 2:00 a.m. there. Weren’t you asleep?” I asked.
“Yes.”
For a moment my alcoholic anesthesia lost its potency and I had to corral a small army of hostile emotions into my throat so I could swallow them. Dick had called my Dad before me! That asshole! Why hadn’t he called someone in his own fucking family?
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