Dan sat there looking at us for a minute and then a grin appeared on his face. Must’ve been contagious, because we were all sporting one by then. “Good question,” Dan replied, with a hearty laugh. “Honestly, I have no idea, but I think they would rather see Peter in a home with someone who cares about him than in a juvenile camp for two years, surrounded by people who don’t.”
“But you’d put in a good word for us, right?” I asked.
“You bet. It’s obvious to me that this is what would be in Peter’s best interests. Luckily for you, this is San Francisco; judges here are a lot less prejudiced by that kind of arrangement. In fact, I think they’d overlook this little error of judgment if you got Peter some drug counseling. Plus, I also think they’d agree to your plan, seeing that he’s sixteen a
