Alan slowly drove home. He was in no hurry to face his parents. Yes, things had gone well in court, miraculously in fact. He had gotten off without any fine or jail time and, best of all, there would be no record of the incident to threaten his job. But he knew he would have to give an account to his folks and he wasn’t feeling up to that. However, he breathed a sigh of relief as he drove down Garden Parkway away from the processing center. The ordeal was over. He passed the street that Tom’s apartment was on. Alan was tempted to pay Tom a visit. He felt he needed someone to talk to about what had happened, someone who would understand, but changed his mind when he remembered how they had parted. Passing the entrance to Delph Park, he looked away and reaffirmed his determination never to
