Out the window, across a lawn, they can see another waiting room where four boys in navy blazers pace nervously. One of the boys looks up and sees the girls. He shuts the blinds. Three weeks ago, they were seniors and freshmen. Now, they are defendants and alleged victims.
Statutory rape is the sort of seamy thing that happens everywhere.
But this isn't everywhere. This is Grosse Pointe. Where Fords and Dodges are families, not cars. Where there are no bowling alleys, but five private clubs. Where, for the better part of a century, Metro Detroit's rich and powerful built breathtaking homes and built a way of life that outlasted them and their estates.