I write to you now as the daughter of felons. The girlfriend of liars. The most unimaginative of bloggers because I can't even come up with a third descriptive line. The FBI picked up my parents at the airport a few hours after they'd left. It took four days for my phone to ring, their attorney informing me of their detainment. My first thought, upon hearing the news, was to wonder whose plane, whose friendship, they had used. Just as quickly, I discarded the thought. It didn't really matter who they had implicated in their attempt to escape. Whoever's plane it was knew what they were getting into, knew the risks. Then again, my parents always were great at deception. I'd been really gullible for a really long time. So. Four days since they were arrested and flown back to Florida, and no calls. If they were given phone privileges in jail, they made their calls to someone else. Do they think that I turned them in? If they thought I was a daughter who'd snitch, th...
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