Fall.

"I don't understand why I need to go with you for your job interview. I could have stayed home watching TV. "Zala complained when we were on our way to the juvi center.

The story of a job interview was the best lie I could come up with.

I told Zala that I had a job interview and orientation today.

I asked her to come with me because "I couldn't leave an eight year old behind".

"What if the house caught fire when I wasn't home huh? "I asked her.

"I'd run out, duh. "Zala answered me.

"Maybe but do you know how much trouble I'd be in with the cops... The fire fighters, God even the neighbors would be mad at me. I'd be labeled as irresponsible. "I explained to Zala.

Zala continued with the 'what if' questions. I was more than glad that she was talking so much.

Silence brought so many thoughts in my head.

What if our lawyer doesn't help as much?

What if Zala stays in jail for more than a month?

What if she's beaten up in jail?