Seeing him jogging at the park had cracked the window so I could peek into his soul. Seeing him with his friends threw the window wide open.He was so nineteen.

Dad" I pleaded, "this is so [cuss word you never, ever say in front of your mother] ridiculous.

[...] he had his hand on your -" He put his hand at waist level behind me, without touching me."He had his hand on my ass?""No," they said."Behind your back," Rashad said. "Like you're dating or something." He put his hand behind Skip's back. Skip hit him.

If you drive down there," I said, "he'll just escape the other way. That's what he's counting on. You have to walk down there, point your gun at him, and yell at him in that charming way you have.