"After the trial, my father with tears in his eyes, held me close and said that he was thankful that I did not have to go to jail. He moved away, and the distance between us seemed to grow bigger and bigger. I understand the distance. My father is no longer sure of who I am. He doesn't understand me even knowing people like King or Bobo or Osvaldo. He wonders what else he doesn't know." (Myers, pg 281)
"Every word that has been said in court is burned into my brain.
"Steve Harmon made a moral decision," Ms. Petrocelli said. I think about
December of last year. What was the decision I made? To walk down the
streets? To get up in the morning? To talk to king? What decision did I
make? What decisions didn't I make? (Myers, pg 270)
"Nothing
is real around me except the panic. The panic and the movies that dance through my mind. I keep editing the movies, making the scenes right.
Sharpening the dialog. "A getover? I don't do getovers," I say in the
movie in my mind, my chin tilted slight;y upward. "I know what right is,
what truth is. I don't do tightropes, moral or otherwise." (Myers, pg
271)
