Okay, now the shit has really hit the fan, pardon my French. (I think I'll be speaking a lot more French from now on.) Is there such a thing as teacher-student confidentiality? There should be because what I write here may get me into trouble. But I really have to write it, so I hope, if you're reading this Ms Ross, that you please try not to get me into trouble?
So Dad didn't show up to Josie's christening and he didn't show up at the party afterwards. And then we found out that he and Dominic had some sort of fight and Dad shot Dominic. I write those words down and I can hardly hold my hand straight to write. I'm all shaky and I feel like crying and shouting at somebody. Words just aren't enough to describe how mad and confused I am right now.
Dominic is fighting for his life in the hospital right now all because of my dad. Dominic, who saved my life, who saved Dad's life, who saved Lulu's life. Dominic, who was my friend for real. No matter what anyone says. He was my friend for real, wasn't he? He never tried to get information from me about Dad. We never talked about Dad at all. We had plenty of other stuff to talk about. Even if he wasn't my friend for real, even if he was just being nice to me to get to Dad, that still doesn't mean Dad had the right to gun him down. Does my Dad think he lives in a video game or something? That he can just gun people down willy-nilly, just to save his own butt. Dad is a thief and he's a murderer. Dominic was trying to stop him. He was trying to help him stop being a criminal. Dominic was trying to help Dad. And Dad shot him.
As if that wasn't enough. Get this. Dominic is not really Dominic. His real name is Dante Falconeri. He's Olivia's son and a cop.
And here's the real kicker. He's Dad's son too. He's my brother. ___________________________________________________________________________________
I wrote the above like two days ago and couldn't go on. A lot to take in. Left me kind of speechless, you know? And I don't know how much I can say without getting people into trouble.
Let's just say I've been thinking a lot about what lying means and when it's acceptable to lie and when it's not. It seems that no one can be one hundred percent truthful all the time. Perfect honesty, if it's at all possible, is not as important, it seems, as taking care of the people you love and who love you. Sometimes honesty takes second place to justice. I don't even know what that means fully, but something about it sounds right to me. That you have to lie to be fair? Does that sound right?
