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$5,000 was a lot of money. But it was also a way out.
No trial. No public shame. No risk.
All he had to do was sign that he had done something wrong.
Grace left the paper on the table.
—When I wanted to drop out of law school, you told me something. Three times. You said, “Finish what you start, Gracie. The easy way and the right way aren’t always the same.”
Harold did not respond.
—You taught us that. All three of us. Don’t take the easy way out now.
Harold looked at the offer.
—Reject it.
The night before the trial, while washing dishes, she felt a pressure on her chest. It wasn’t a sharp pain. It was like a heavy hand pressing on her sternum.
It lasted a few seconds.
Nina saw him from the doorway.
-Are you OK?
—Yes. I got up very quickly.
But Nina was a nurse. She knew what she had seen.
She didn’t say anything that night. She just watched him.
The next morning, Harold put on his old navy blue suit. The same one he’d worn to custody hearings. The same one he’d worn to graduations. It was still too big in the shoulders.
When they arrived at the courthouse, Harold stopped on the stairs.
The hallway was crowded.
Neighbors. Teachers. Parents. Former students. The diner cook. The widow of the former principal. People for whom Harold had fixed fences, faucets, backpacks, steps, heaters, doors.
“What are you all doing here?” Harold asked.
Grace put a hand on his arm.
—They came for you.
Harold entered, unsure what to do with so many people touching his shoulder and whispering:
—We are with you.
In the courtroom, Callaway sat with his expensive lawyer, his shirt perfectly pressed. He didn’t look at Harold.
The district attorney spoke first.
He showed numbers, dates, purchase orders. He painted Harold as a man who had stolen little by little, over years, taking advantage of the school’s trust.
“A systematic pattern of misuse of public resources,” he said.
Harold listened to every word with his hands still on his legs.
Then Grace got up.
She was young. She had only passed the bar two months before. But her voice didn’t tremble.
He questioned the district accountant.
—These orders required administrative approval, correct?
-Yeah.
—And the most recent orders, those dated after Mr. Meeks’ retirement… were they also submitted by him?
—They have his name and signature.
Mr. Meeks no longer worked for the district. How does a retired employee submit purchase orders?
The accountant opened his mouth.
He said nothing.
Grace presented the letter from the former headmaster authorizing Harold to use certain facilities after hours when he was babysitting Grace. The letter proved that the school knew about and approved of what he was doing.
