He felt anger course through him. He wanted to go to Hooligan’s where their father was working on getting drunk and bash him upside his head. Jace didn’t deserve this. Dougie got out of the truck and walked into the Sheriff’s office where Mr. Miller waited, feeling the weight of the world on his small shoulders. He looked back before going in, watching to see Jace waited there for him. He didn’t worry. The hour he met his counselor; his brother would sit patiently for him. He would be there when he got out.~ ~ ~Lindsay frowned when it went on three in the afternoon and Jace still hadn’t called. Neither of them had cell phones. It was frustrating to wait for the call when they got back to the farm. By five, she was working on getting really angry. She had to meet her dad for dinner at six at Reddy’s diner to beg money for the final deposit on her class pictures. She didn’t have time to wait on Jace. As she was leaving, a sense of foreboding was dismissed. Jace was dependable to a fault.
