#33. Mimi and Pop’s Answer to My Question. (Don’t read this if you want to stay calm.)
Isabel. Pop points to the nook bench. Sit down. Now.
I cave. Okay.
And Pop begins.
He uses his deep, serious lawyer voice. I never saw him during one of his trials (he took early retirement when we came to live here), but I picture him as an Atticus type, as in Atticus Finch in To Kill a Mockingbird? That Atticus? (After my school reading group did the book, Pop took me to see the Broadway play last winter.)
He places his hands palm down on the table and smoothes the surface as if flattening invisible documents. I want to explain what a preliminary hearing is, Isabel.
I give a whatever shrug*.
Oliver has already described it to me, The preliminary hearing is when the judge listens to the police tell what the guy is accused of doing. While we curried Sir Isaac the other day, he explained how he’d gone to the library and read all the articles about the murder. He looked up preliminary hearings on Google and Wikipedia. He even watched old Court TV shows. Of course he has extensive personal experience from the emancipation court hearings.
But come to find out, Oliver doesn’t know the half of it. I sit straighter and lean forward when Pop says, During the preliminary hearing the person accused of a crime pleads guilty or not guilty. It’s called “entering a plea.”
A plea, Pop? It sounds like “please,” so I make some guesses. Like he’s going to beg? My voice wears a sharp edge. Like he’ll say, “Please. Please. Don’t put me in jail and throw away the key just because I murdered two people.”
Pop raises his eyebrow. He hasn’t heard me talk tough before. Well, it’s new to me, too, but I’m glad. It gives me courage,
No, it’s not like that, Isabel. Pop says. It’s when the judge tells him what he’s been charged with, and the man has the opportunity to say whether he’s guilty or not guilty.
Hit me with a brick, why don’t you; I’m that stunned. Like there’s a question? This guy is GUILTY. I grab Pop’s hands and shake them. Mom and Dad are dead, Pop. Or did you forget?
As soon as I say this, I wish I could hit the delete key.
–Isabel Scheherazade, tough-girl in training
*PS This shrugging business? Mom and Dad didn’t like it. They said shrugging is a form of non-verbal violence that doesn’t contribute to the conversation in a positive way. (They talked like that. I miss it. Well, I miss it now.) Mimi and Pop haven’t said anything to me about my shrugging. Yet. We’re still too new with each other.