Worse than being hung on the outstretched finger of Sir Alexander Flemming, was reliving the incident to a pair of police officers who were certain that you had murdered your bully.
“Where were you Saturday evening,” Officer Buck asked.
“I was at home, with my family,” Troy answered.
“They’ll attest for your whereabouts?” Officer Gary asked.
“Can I talk to my mum?”
“What, so you can straighten up your alibi? I don’t think––”
Officer Buck interrupted, whispering that Troy was allowed a guardian by law in Officer Gary’s ear. Officer Gary looked displeased and said, “Fine, but we’re watching you, kid.”
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
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