He Has Court

The child gets out of his daddy’s car and says, “He is in a hurry.” “Where is he going?” I ask. “He has court.” I ask no more questions. Two weeks later I am opening the car door which never opens. Daddy thanks me. The son says “Court again” in a sad way. I keep quiet. Today it is two months later. This time I am slow to open the stuck door. Daddy gets out. He is wearing a mismatched suitcoat and a tie. “Wow! “I say “Going somewhere special?” “Court,” he says. “I am an attorney. I would have never guessed this in a million years. I watch him drive off in his sixteen-year-old beater in silence. “Court again” his son says sadly.