Nothing But the Truth Page #11

- No, I'm not.

Well, I think you are,

and I haven't let you see me in a long time.

- I'd be mad at me, too.

- Well, I'm not. Okay?

Okay.

Look, kiddo,

it hasn't been easy for me, either.

If I'd known it was gonna go on this long,

I would have done things differently.

I would have let you see me

every single day.

I am so sorry.

Dad says you could have

got out of here many times.

Well, your dad is wrong.

- Look, kiddo...

- I'm not a kid anymore.

Okay, you know what? You can pretend

not to love me all you want,

and I can pretend to believe it,

but I love you,

and I think about you

every minute of every day.

Okay?

Dad says you're going to prison.

- I am.

- Isn't that where you are now?

No. This is jail.

Jail is where you go

when they decide your punishment,

and then you go to prison.

And what's your punishment?

- Two years.

- That's a long time.

Yeah. But if I'm well-behaved,

then I might get out earlier.

So...

Is it dangerous there?

You know what?

If you visit me, come check on me,

I'll be okay.

Okay. I'm kind of busy, but I'll try.

I think we should go now,

on account of traffic and all.

Hey, hey, how about a kiss? Just one.

Bye.

You're a tattletale!

- I am not!

- You just told on Nicky.

That's because he won't stop.

- You're a tattletale.

- Timmy, that's enough. Stop it.

- That's enough.

- But you're not supposed to tattle.

Well, you're not supposed

to have to put up with bullies, either.

Come on. Come on.

Are you a writer or something?

Yeah, I'm a reporter.

I work for the Capital Sun Times.

We get that newspaper.

Oh, yeah?

Well, tell all your friends to do the same.

- The Internet is killing us.

- Mom, how long till we get there?

- About 18 hours, Timmy.

- No, Mom, really.

I don't know. I don't know.

My daddy is a writer.

- He is? What does he write?

- He writes articles,

though my mom doesn't really like

what he writes about.

- What's he write about?

- He writes about the President.

- What's your last name?

- Van Doren.

Why doesn't your mommy

like what he writes about?

I heard her yelling at Daddy once.

'Cause he used her secret stuff,

she found out.

- What she found out?

- When she was in Venezula.

Why was your mom in Venezuela?

Was she on vacation?

No, she was working..

- Working?

- For the government.

But don't tell anybody

it's me who told you. Okay?

You bet.

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