Do you know what your Mother will have to pay to insure her car now?
Do you even care?”
“It was an accident,” Terry mumbled looking at the tray.
“Accident my foot, you were high as a kite when you put that car off of the road.
We got you dead to rights boy, the blood sample we took from you will confirm it.
When judge Wilmot get through with you…”she let the sentence hang in the air and stared at the pathetic young man for a few seconds.
“Eat what you can and we will get you cleaned up, you really smell! Did you mess yourself?”
Timothy said nothing, just stared at the tray.
“I will be back in a few minutes, you’d best eat something.
Your Mother sent a fresh set of clothes for you, you can shower and change after you eat.”
“I’m not hungry,” Timothy was starting to shake,
“I need to get out of here!”
“I know what you need,” the deputy said with a shake of her head, “look kid, your Mom is over at the courthouse begging Judge Wilmot to put you into her custody.”
“Huh?” Timothy was not sure what that meant.