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26<br />
helping him if he refuses to help himself. I can’t cave in. She couldn’t will herself to<br />
say no and she wouldn’t say yes. She teetered on the dark brink of her choice. No<br />
matter which way she looked there was only the brown murk of frustration.<br />
Jake stood at the window where the late summer sun contrasted with the<br />
gloom of the hospital ward. The bruise on his neck looked larger then before, like<br />
she could see the imprint of the hand that made it. Guilt rose again, closing over<br />
her head as if she was sinking into a stagnant pond.<br />
“I’ll go talk to the doctors and see if they’ll approve your release.”<br />
***<br />
The phone woke her from a deep sleep. Despite being snuggled under the<br />
new down quilt that she could ill afford, a chill permeated the room. Red and green<br />
Christmas lights from the neighbor’s house reflected on the fresh snow outside.<br />
The clock read three a.m.<br />
“Miriam Cohen?”<br />
“Yes.”<br />
“This is Officer Carruthers from the Greenfield Sheriff’s office. We have your<br />
son, Jake, here at the station. He’s been charged with vandalism and theft. He was<br />
painting a letter to Sylvia Plath on the side of the library, using paint and brushes<br />
that he’d taken from a neighbor’s garage. The judge will release him without any<br />
bail being posted if you’ll sign for him. When you come you might want to bring<br />
him some warm clothes and shoes. He was only wearing a bathrobe when we found<br />
him.”<br />
Jail, Miriam thought. He’s really done it this time. If I don’t go, he’ll stay in<br />
jail. David would be so upset. David never had to deal with this. I can’t help Jake. I<br />
don’t have the power to cure him. I’ve tried so hard. Forgive me. She looked at the<br />
picture of David, Jake and herself taken so many years ago. She had been happy<br />
then, truly and completely happy. Could she ever feel like that again?<br />
She closed her eyes and whispered, her chest tight and her hands cold. “I’m<br />
sorry, but I can’t come.”<br />
Miriam hung up the phone and wept.<br />
Shanna Lewis is a freelance writer, photographer and radio journalist. Her work has<br />
been broadcast on National Public Radio, Voice of America and numerous radio<br />
stations. Her freelance print work and photography has appeared in the Denver Post,<br />
the National Post (Canada) and many other publications. She is the recipient of six<br />
Colorado Press Association awards for reporting and photography.