The Greatest Lie Part 19

"Ah, my lawyer wouldn't be very happy if I told you the details over the house phone. Why don't you come down and bail me out and we can talk about it over a Starbucks? You'll need 10,000 cash and to sign for another 90,000."

"I don't know, dear. It's a lot of money. I don't have much, you know. I mainly live on the kindness of strangers." She sighed for dramatic affect.

"You are going to let me rot in jail over a lousy 10k? I am not going to go fugitive. I came back voluntarily. I want to get custody of Alyssa before something terrible happens to her, as happened to her mother."

That was an indirect reference to my mother's wanton negligence when she made Marta move out of her home, thus forcing Marta into the circumstances in which she had been murdered.

The memory made her burst into tears. Implying fault to my mother was a risky tactic with my Mom, guilty feelings can lead either to capitulation or obstinacy.

She sobbed for a few more minutes, as the guard looked at me balefully and tapped her watch.

"OK, tell me where to go, and what to do."

"Get a pen. I need to give you some phone numbers."

Marcia met me in her box- and file-cluttered office, instead of the conference center.

"The TMZ story got everyone here all agitated about you. I don't want people peering at us in those fishbowl conference rooms upstairs."

"I'd like to sue them for invasion of privacy. They must have climbed onto my balcony to get that."

"And get what, a judgment against some sleazy paparazzi?"

"I got fired. It's really terrible what happens to the bit players in these celebrity lives when the story gets out."

"Write a book. That's the best revenge."

"Maybe I will."

"You'll have fun writing this chapter."

"Living it has not been a great joy. Tell me what I missed."

"Well, after you got arrested, I filed an emergency motion requesting to examine Pajon's Blackberry.