Alexie Douglas Facebook ad: “He Called It a Joke, I Called It Perjury”

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“At court tomorrow, do you dare say she picked Lucy up after drinking?” One sentence from Viola Bennett at the Labor Day pool party was enough to silence the crowd. She held up her phone, the camera aimed first at me, then slowly panning toward my husband, Julian Croft. A dozen people on the lawn started cheering her on. Some tapped their glasses against each other. Others shouted his name. Croft family gatherings always devolved into a dare. Someone would get goaded into doing something they “wouldn’t dare,” and if they backed down, they’d star in the family’s year-end blooper reel—a running joke for everyone to laugh at for years to come. I had always thought it was childish. Until Viola made Lucy’s adoption the wager. I was holding the last stack of documents for tomorrow’s hearing. All it would take was the circuit court judge’s signature, and six-year-old Lucy would stop being our foster daughter and officially become our daughter. “This isn’t funny,” I said. Viola swirled her drink, her smile only widening. “I’m not asking him to kidnap the kid. Julian just has to get the hearing paused for forty-eight hours. Then he wins. Erin, don’t tell me you can’t take a little joke like this.” Julian glanced at the phones raised toward him. His mother, Margaret, sat at the center of the terrace. She didn’t stop it. She just tipped her chin, a gesture I knew well—a reminder that no Croft ever backed down in front of an audience. I walked up to Julian and held out the paperwork. On top was the surname Lucy had written in blue crayon. She had practiced for a month to write Harper-Croft without reversing any letters. “Look at it,” I said quietly. “Tomorrow isn’t one of your family games. It’s the final hearing a child has been waiting two years for.” Julian didn’t take the papers. Viola brought her camera closer. “So? Do you dare, or not?” He looked at her, then at the lens. He had more than enough time to refuse. He could have put down his drink. He could have told everyone to get lost. He could have acted like a father and said Lucy wasn’t a punchline. Instead, he smiled. “It’s only a two-day delay, right?” Cheers exploded around us. He lifted his glass and clinked it against Viola’s. “What’s the big deal?” My fingers tightened on the file until the sharp edge sliced my fingertip. A single drop of blood landed beside the name Lucy had written, a perfect, ominous period. After the party noise swelled again, I cornered Julian by the boathouse. “You’re really going to lie under oath?” “I’ll keep it under control.” His attention was fixed on his phone as he replied to messages, not even bothering to look at me. “I’ll say you’ve been under too much pressure, using alcohol to unwind—just enough to make the judge order one more evaluation. I’ll submit a clarification next week.” “A court record isn’t a party video. You can’t just laugh and delete it.” “Our family’s lawyers will handle it.” “What lawyer is going to undo perjury for you?” He finally looked up, his face a mask of impatience. “Erin, I already said yes. If I back out now, that clip will be played at the year-end dinner. You know how my mother and the board look at someone who loses their nerve.” “And Lucy?” “She’ll never know.” I stared at him. “What if she’s taken from us because of this?” He reached out to pull me into an embrace. I stepped back. “You always act like the worst-case scenario is a foregone conclusion,” he said, his hand dropping to his side as his expression darkened. “No wonder Viola says that ever since you became a mother, no one can joke with you anymore.” “Are you going through with it tomorrow or not?” Julian shoved his phone into his pocket and brushed past me, heading back to the lawn. “We can talk when you learn how to take a joke.” A few feet away, Viola raised her phone again. Julian stepped into the frame, took the drink she offered, and smiled like he’d already won.At seven the next morning, Julian slid......

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He Called It a Joke, I Called It Perjury