The Closing Statement
Two on a floor in Bridgeport, one in a car for four hours in a shopping centre while I did arithmetic.
Those three days were entirely unnecessary.
They were the product of one false sentence and my failure to spend four minutes on a telephone, and no court gave them back.
Twenty-six months of litigation, during which I was, by the guardian ad litem’s assessment and by my own, a diminished parent.
A seven-year-old who stopped asking for things for eleven weeks.
Legal fees of three hundred and forty thousand dollars, of which a portion came back.