My Father-in-Law Locked My Seven-Year-Old Son in a Dog Kennel at Our Family Barbecue—Then My Mother-in-Law Put Three Keys Labeled With His Name in My Hand
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Chapter 20 - What Happened to My Slap
No criminal charge.
That did not make me proud.
I asked Dr. Bell whether I should talk to Callum about it again.
“Yes, once clearly. Then stop making him manage your guilt.”
Good.
I said:
“When I saw you locked up, I hit Grandpa.”
“I know.”
“I was trying to get to the key.”
“You did.”
“I also hit because I was furious.”
Callum nodded.
“Will you hit Dad?”
“No.”
“Grandma?”
“No.”
“Grandpa again?”
“I will protect you if I need to. My plan is not to hit.”
He considered.
“What if he has key?”
“Then I call police and get you out.”
He frowned.
“Still slow.”
“Hopefully we never test.”
He smiled slightly.
Then:
“Can I have ice cream?”
Conversation over.
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Children often know when adults have talked enough.
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