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By Jack Joseph Smith

I answered one question about him, but I won't answer any questions for him. They turned to my father, who was shaking a little from an inherited Parkison desease, that had slowly been eating my grandfather Frost away. He looked at them, with trembeling lips. The desease, the business, and now me, was grabbing bits and pieces from his soul. If he dosen't write down the name and put it in this envelope Mister Frost, then we have no choice but to lock him up, until we find out who the other boy was. Was, I said. Maybe you think he is dead? Or maybe you just wish he was? We are sorry to say this Mister Frost, but your son is a real trouble maker. This isn't the first time you have been in trouble. Is it Frost? You just haven't been caught so red handed before. That's the reason you won't let me go. You hated me before I ever walked in here. And that's against the law too. You better keep your mouth shut Frost. Write the name and put it in the envelope, or you're going to be locked up. I am not telling you anything; he will be here, when he hears I am in trouble. Sitting there before the court, it all seemed to be dragging on, yet my mind flew with fits of vision. Streams of colored pictures strove in interrupted rhythm across my brain. The judge was talking to the aid of Father Lawnegan about my life. Life flipping with fantasy frizzled on this moment. The aid had said to me, don't argue or attempt to get into a fight with the judge. The reason for me being here, instead of Father Lawnegan, is very much the same. In fact, he was afraid that he would get into a fight with the judge. Ha ha, I had laughed. Papa Joe would have probably ravaged the courtroom, until they pleaded for an end to plunder and turned all the hell raisers loose. In the police station, there had been lie upon lie on the part

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The hearing closes in around Michael as police and court officers try to force him to name the other boy, using his father's shaking body and threatened confinement as leverage.

The core pressure is not just legal but familial, because the court tries to break him by making his father suffer in public. Even while the room drags on, Michael's mind keeps splitting into fantasy and defiance, which shows how completely he refuses their moral authority.

Claude

The pressure here is familial as much as legal. The detective's threat - 'If he dosen't write down the name and put it in this envelope Mister Frost, then we have no choice but to lock him up' - is leveled at a father already 'shaking a little from an inherited Parkison desease' that 'had slowly been eating my grandfather Frost away.' Michael's defiance sharpens to a grim pun, 'Was, I said. Maybe you think he is dead?', while his mind 'flew with fits of vision,' 'Streams of colored pictures' breaking across the rigged courtroom. He refuses the court's whole moral authority even as it works by making his father suffer.