It was decided that Keller’s school guidance counselor would become the equivalent of his parole officer. Essentially, it would be her job to monitor him and make sure he was progressing with his service hours.
He took a seat on an oversized chair in her cluttered office. “So, Carol, did you miss me?”
“I think to miss someone you have to spend some time apart from them. You seemed to have taken a permanent residence in my office the last two years.”
Keller leaned forward on her desk, propping up his head with his elbows. “Maybe I just don’t want you to get lonely.”
“Maybe, but my money is on a lack of impulse control.” Carol sighed. “Really, Andreas, you’re lucky it was only community service and not jail time. For God’s sake, stealing a vintage Rolls-Royce? What were you thinking?”
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