It should be funny. But it’s not.
I have court tomorrow morning. I’m told that the dependency case will be dismissed, since the danger to Hope has passed. I’ve spent my whole weekend trying to come up with that one polite, pointed comment to tell them all off. I’ll probably settle for, “Oh, thank you so much!” as bright-eyed and smiley as I can manage, so they can’t possibly take it for anything but sarcasm.
But here’s the funny–not part: my lawyer hasn’t called. His lawyer hasn’t called. Hope’s lawyer did call–Friday morning, while I was out, to make arrangements to see Hope ON FRIDAY. No notice, and the last working day before a hearing that has been scheduled since April. So I called her back at 3 pm, and told her she could see Hope if she could get to her day-care before 4:30. We had plans for the evening, you see. (Plans to watch TV…)
I’m told she was flustered and irritated, and she talked to Hope for five minutes. That’s the second time. She is going to be paid $1000 for three hearings of half an hour each, and two five-minute visits with Hope. Must be nice.
Other candidates for the pointed line–
“I’m sure your thirty pieces of silver will make a nice addition to your retirement fund.”
“It must be so horrible being without phone and e-mail for months at a time. How do you keep a business going?”
“Your receptionist must hate me. I leave message after message and you never call.”
“Well, I guess we don’t have to worry about my caretaking issues anymore.”
“Isn’t it wonderful? With this case gone, you aren’t the most over-worked person in the world anymore.”
“Don’t you feel good, knowing your actions have saved Hope from harm?”
And, of course, the ever-potent, “May you get what you deserve.”