Chapter 12 - My centerpiece problem
The destroyed centerpiece cost $38,000.
Ridiculous.
Diamonds?
Mostly crystal.
The real diamonds were detachable accent pieces loaned from a jeweler.
None were lost.
Several crystal elements broke.
Champagne ruined linens.
Sabella’s gown required professional restoration.
No bodily injury.
Could I legally destroy property at my own family banquet?
Depends whose property.
The centerpiece belonged to the event-design company until final settlement.
Great.
I had damaged someone else’s rental installation during my tantrum.
I paid.
Personally.
Not through a Sinclair company.
$14,600 for damaged custom components and cleanup.
The event company waived some charges after reusable parts were recovered.
I did not call it:
“the price of protecting my son.”
My son had already been out of the room.
The centerpiece was humiliation.
Again.
I was learning that I had a habit.
When someone hurt a person I loved, I wanted a visible object to suffer.
That is not justice.
It is theater.
May you like
Expensive theater.
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