old, you should be sitting at home enjoying your retirement, not standing in my courtroom.”
Walter lowered his head.
“I’m sorry, sir.”
The judge glanced at the photographs spread across his desk.
“Baby clothes. Canned food. School supplies.”
He picked up another photograph.
“The employees let you off with warnings because of your age. But you kept going back, even after they told you they’d have to report you. Why?”
Walter said nothing.
“More than $2,000 worth of merchandise. Surely you understand why the store finally pressed charges.”
“Yes,
