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Monday, April 02, 2007

That's That (Do What We Want)


Allright, so folks may be waiting and wondering how things went at the preliminary trial. Keep in mind, I actually wasn't allowed inside the courtroom for the preliminary trial (there's a real fear of defense attorneys suggesting a parent present would be coaching the child on what to say--something I've never done; I'm always telling Lash: speak loudly and clearly and just tell the truth).

Anyhow, we arrived at the courthouse at 9 in the morning, and met the other victim and his mother. Lash wasn't called in to testify until 2 in the afternoon, and was in the courtroom testifying until 3:45.

The district attorney reported to me that Lash did perfectly, that he couldn't have done any better. We should all be pleased with his testimony and proud of his bravery.

Bryan was there (the right to face your accuser and all that awful Constitutionality protecting the criminal more than the victim). He was dressed in his prison orange jumpsuit and his hands and ankles were shackled the entire time: this actually helped reassure Lash of his safety and helped lift his confidence, so it ended up being a good thing. He looked like a schmuck.

The date for the jury trial will be set on April 6th. I'm also going to have to testify at that trial as well as Lash.

Minutiae:

Lash watched a lot of Justice League Unlimited on DVD in the hotel. The district attorney fed us many Mexican food meals. The children's waiting room at the courthouse has nothing to entertain parents (I got to watch Home on the Range and Daddy Day Care; I really just wanted to sleep).

Bus travel blows.

Anyhow, we're home now. The kids are on Spring Break and I have school tonight. . .