“He’ll report directly to me, but 
if you ever, do something as stupid    
and asinine as this  again...” He let  
that last part speak for itself. I was 
going to jail for a long time is what  
he didn’t say.                         
     While the DA went in to see the   
judge, we talked about the weather, and
we all agreed that yesterday was an    
exceptionally nice day.                
     “We could use a little rain       
though. Don’t you think?” I offered,   
but that didn’t get us too far either. 
     After we finally exhausted that   
subject, Johnson introduced me to Bob  
and Sandy.                             
     He shook my hand but didn’t say   
anything.                              
     “Bob’s my partner. He’s one of    
those who thought you should do some   
* serious time. What do you think now,     
Bob?”                                  
     Bob looked at Johnson for a sec-  
ond, “Yes I am,” and then looked at how
the dog was loving me, “or was anyway. 
Now, I don’t know. Sandy has some per- 
sonal issues, and some of the guys keep
telling me to put her down, before     
someone gets hurt or killed.           
     “I really thought that’d be today,
but Randy guaranteed that wouldn’t hap-
pen. He’s never been wrong about her   
yet, but what really clinched it was   
when he told me why,” Bob said         
mysteriously, and then stopped.        
     I was still scratching Sandy be-  
hind each ear, and she lifted her chin 
up, like she was saying, “Right here.  
Right under the chin. Yeah, yeah, come 
on. You know you want to,” and of      
course, that’s where I went.           



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