May 6, 2005
I've realized that Pastel, just another color, has been slowly taking over here again.
It was a weird morning. My son woke me early. He had scraped another vehicle in the school lot and needed parental support. My son's version of the story didn't agree with the official one, and I felt he was being rail-roaded. But as I listened to junior tell his story, and to continue talking into the silence left by the officer, I began to lose confidence and wonder about the new twists and embellishments of his story. Now I don't know.
Take that Pastel!