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.
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