Chapter 21 - My diversion ends
I completed:
Anger-management course.
Twenty-four hours community service.
No new incidents.
No unlawful contact.
Prosecutor dismissed my misdemeanor assault charge under diversion agreement.
No conviction.
I did not celebrate.
Tamsin asked:
“So you’re not in trouble anymore?”
“The case is finished.”
“Does that mean hitting Grandma was okay?”
“No.”
Good.
She had been listening.
Then:
“Is Grandma’s case finished?”
“She’s on probation.”
“What’s that?”
“Rules she has to follow.”
“Like school?”
“Sort of.”
Tamsin thought.
“Does she lose recess?”
I laughed.
“No.”
“Then not like school.”
Fair.
Then my relationship with Isolde.
No direct contact except lawyers and therapeutic process.
I missed her.
That embarrassed me.
She was my mother.
The woman who made soup when Caroline died.
The person I called when the water heater failed.
The grandmother who taught Tamsin to braid yarn.
Bad conduct does not delete history.
May you like
It changes what history permits.
That distinction became harder than anger.
