"Today we had what we call a conference. It's a meeting between the people who have committed crimes and the people who have been hurt by crime: the victims. I was there to support the victims - a couple about the same age as Mr Jones. Someone stole the lady's handbag containing her purse and keys on the bus. A lad, just a few years older than Lewis, was there too. He had been caught with the bag."
"What happened?" asked Linford, sitting up with his elbow on the pillow.
"Well, first of all the old lady and gentleman talked about how distressing it was to lose the bag and how afraid it made them. Then it was the young man's turn."
"What did he do? Did he say anything?" Linford was eager to find out what happened.
"Oh yes, he had something to say although I don't think he found it easy. He told the old people how sorry and ashamed he felt and that he wouldn't steal from people any more."
"Wow!" exclaimed Linford. "I bet that man and lady were glad to hear that."
"Oh yes. And the lad felt better too about admitting his crime and being able to say sorry," said his mum.
A few moments later, when Tracey had left the room, Linford lay awake for a while thinking about what he would say to Sean and his teacher in the morning.