The Parole Board – Part 2: Released

The hearing was a masterpiece of controlled pressure. She asked him, in a low, level voice, to account for each of his supposed offences, one by one, and he did so, haltingly, inventing explanations, falling silent, trying again. She listened with her head tilted, never interrupting, her pen moving steadily over the page. When he faltered, she raised a single finger and waited. When he wandered, she said, without heat, "That is not an answer," and he began again. She told him what the Board had noted about his character, in the clipped phrases of a judge, and every sentence was both absurd and unbearably tender. She had him stand, and sit, and stand again. She had him turn out his pockets. She made him read aloud, from the file, the Board's concluding remarks.

It was strict and exact and wonderfully absorbing, and the lamp hummed in the quiet room.

At every pause: "Does the applicant wish to continue?" "Yes, Chair." "Say it clearly." "I do. Thank you."

"The Board does not require thanks." But the green light caught her smile.

After an hour she closed the file.

"The Board has considered your application for parole," said Prudence. "It has weighed your conduct, your character and your sincere, if erratic, remorse. It is the unanimous decision of this Board that parole be granted."

"Thank you, Chair."

"Subject to conditions." She smiled. "Which will be listed in a very long schedule."

"I accept them all."

"Released," said Prudence, softly.

It was her word, and she used it for them both. She took off her glasses, put down the pen and stood. The Board was gone. She came round the table in her stockinged feet and put her arms round him, and he rested his forehead against her shoulder.

"How are you?"

"Paroled," said Andrew, laughing damply. "Free. And completely, ridiculously happy."

"You were superb. The finest applicant this Board has ever heard." She kissed his forehead. "I should like to say so formally, in writing."

"Is that necessary?"

"It is very necessary." She smiled. "I'm drafting it now. It has several pages. And a very detailed appendix."

"I'll read it," said Andrew.

"You'll frame it," said Prudence, and turned off the green lamp.

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