The girls got stamina...
4:30 to now...4:15 minutes.
We brought in reinforcements; Bio mom and boyfriend whom #3 adores (they call him 'Elvis'.
Hour one...a river in Africa: Denial.
Suspect sweated, presented with evidence to refute fairy tail.
Hour two through three; suspect, cries, sobs, feels like vomiting, unresponsive, no words, just tears and piles of snot rags.
Begining hour four: Dawn on the horizon.
Rest of hour, ownership, contrition, phoned aplogies, feeling MUCH better, she, healing, day one of NO LYING TO THE OLD MAN EVER AGAIN.
The story;
Her big deal was twofold; to not be seen as having stolen and #2 CYA (will this cost me my party?
Nobody sees it as stealing per se; a prank gone wrong. The facts, she was rumaging through cuz's purse as they do with each others stuff, see's $60 grabs it "ohh! You have $60!!!' shoves in pocket to feign stealing. Cuz laughs but missed the in the pocket part. Forgets to give back at end of joke period, joke that cuz does not know is ongoing.
So, #3's explanation 'well, she saw me put it in my pocket and that's my story because otherwise, I might lose my party!'
Authorities: "You've already lost party. Sharing blame, eh? Ever seen the 'Onion Field'? What else you got? How about a better story because your cuz would NEVER let you hang if she could help it. When come truth?"
Deny
Deny
Cry
Cry.
Finally: 'yep, I took it and now that you mention it, I can see how it MIGHT look like stealing and I was trying to coverup the whole thing in order to not lose my party.
Yes, the lie is worse than the crime.
Tear jerker phone calls of apology to cuz, aunt and uncle and the friend wrongly accused. Oddly, she felt MUCH better after making the calls, as we'd, can you beleive it, predicted.
Day 1 of no lying.
No party. No phone. No 'net for 6 years. then she's 19 and can do as she pleases.
Hugs and tears all around.
Hope for tomorrow.
I'm spent, thanks all for support, night all.
