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Jace put the truck in park and glared at his younger brother. The small dark-haired boy wore a mutinous expression that went along with his attitude. His little face frowned ominously and he hunkered down in the seat.
The probation officer was a nice older man in his early forties named Jack Miller. He volunteered at the YMCA. His little brother just thought the guy was a joke, refusing to see the man had any interest in him outside of settling his six months probation for shoplifting. No, Jack cut Dougie a lot of slack, not violating his probation time and time again when he could.
This Saturday counseling was the price, in addition to their meeting for hoops at the YMCA twice a week. Jack liked the kid, even if he had a chip a mile wide on his shoulder.
Had it been anybody but a Turner, old man Merriman might have caved and not prosecuted. As it was, Merriman had his nose broken in high school by Everett Turner back in the day. His son was given no benefit of the doubt.
“Go on, get in there.” Jace sighed tiredly. “We got a month till you’re off probation, Dougie. You know the drill. Just get in there and get it over with.”
Dougie eyed him balefully. “What does it even matter? We’re just gonna get taken away, Jace. Why do we have to keep coming here?”
Dougie’s eyes widened. “You aren’t going to Georgia? Jace, what do you mean you’re not going?”
“Just what I said, Kid. I’m staying. So go make nice with Miller.”
“But you gave up the scholarship, Jace? You can’t do that! Coach Dawes really went all out to get that for you.”
“I’m not leaving you two. We’ll make do, always have.”