Chapter 34 - Robert Comes Home
Robert served three years and eight months.
Good conduct and extensive cooperation reduced the original four-year term slightly.
The morning he was released, reporters waited outside the facility.
I did not.
His attorney drove him to a halfway residence.
For six months, he lived quietly.
No clubs.
No speeches.
No memoir deal, despite several offers.
He worked three days a week at a legal-aid nonprofit processing intake forms.
That surprised me.
The man who once billed twelve hundred dollars an hour now photocopied housing applications.
He never complained.
Eventually, he requested a supervised meeting with Eleanor.
I waited two weeks before answering.
Then said yes.
Meredith House.
Public room.
One hour.
Robert arrived thirty minutes early.
He wore a gray sweater.
No expensive watch.
No tailored suit.
Eleanor walked into the room holding Julian’s hand.
Robert stood.
His face changed when he saw her.
“Hello.”
Eleanor looked at me.
I nodded.
“Hello.”
“This is Robert,” I said.
She frowned.
“Grandpa Robert?”
Robert’s eyes filled immediately.
“If your mother says that’s okay.”
Eleanor looked at me.
Children were ruthless negotiators.
“Is it okay?”
I took a breath.
“Yes.”
Robert nearly broke.
Eleanor walked toward him.
“Mommy says you had a long timeout.”
Julian turned away to hide laughter.
Robert nodded solemnly.
“She’s right.”
“Did you learn?”
He looked at me.
“Yes.”
Then back at her.
“I’m still learning.”
Eleanor considered this answer acceptable.
She handed him a crayon.
“Draw.”
Robert Campbell spent the next forty-five minutes drawing an extremely poor purple horse.
Eleanor informed him repeatedly that it looked like a dog.
He accepted criticism.
Another miracle.
Afterward, he approached me near the door.
“Thank you.”
“This doesn't erase anything.”
“I know.”
“It doesn't mean unsupervised visits.”
“I know.”
“It doesn't mean we’re suddenly a normal family.”
He smiled sadly.
“I don't think we were ever in danger of becoming normal.”
I almost laughed.
Then surprised myself.
I hugged him.
Briefly.
His body went completely still.
Then his arms came around me carefully.
Not possessive.
Not desperate.
Just grateful.
When I pulled back, tears ran down his face.
“Don't make this dramatic.”
“I’m seventy years old. I’m allowed.”
Outside, Julian took my hand.
“How do you feel?”
“Complicated.”
“Still healthy.”
I looked through the window.
Robert sat beside Eleanor, trying to fix the purple horse.
Patricia watched from across the room.
Allison arrived carrying coffee.
No one was shouting.
No one was afraid.
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Maybe family could never be repaired into what it should have been.
But perhaps it could become something new.
