I want to feel sorry for him, thinking of all those crazy notes to himself, but all I can see is the small steel cage on a floor made sticky with layers of piss. All I can imagine is him turning up his music to drown out Lila’s crying.
Philip throws up his hands. “Maura always makes a big deal out of nothing.” He heads back toward the kitchen.
“So why are we doing this?” I ask Barron.
He smiles. “Mom’s appeal is almost over. We’re just waiting for a verdict. It’s happening.”
“Mom’s getting out?” I take the glass from his hand and drink the wine in a gulp. It’s wrong that the first feeling I have is panic. Mom getting out of jail means her back in our lives, meddling. It means chaos.
Then I remember I’m not going to be here. On the drive over I gave up on the idea of getting a car. Tom
