Chapter 13A week later, I’d more or less bounced back, and though my nose still looked a little odd, it had required no surgery. So it was just a matter of time for it and my other minor wounds to heal. Through the week’s ordeal, I’d made one career decision.
I’d called UCD and regretfully declined the teaching position. Well, at least I said I was regretfully declining. Truthfully, I could never imagine myself in front of a classroom teaching undergrads. Then like any good, dutiful son with a PhD, I called my mother.
“Good for you.” She sounded like her usual cheery self. I’d thought maybe getting the s**t kicked out of me would have slowed her down, but she’d bounced back faster than I had, especially since I’d agreed to file charges against Robert Olsen. “I never saw you as the profes
