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Napa, California—November 9, 2010So I slip back in our house and casually poke my head into the TV room. Kelly usually works on one of her various handcraft projects and watches a couple of those CSI crime shows in there almost every night after dinner. She’s addicted. Been watching crime stuff like that at least since we were married over seven-and-a-half years ago the last semester of my junior year at Sac State. She’d graduated from East Bay State in Hayward two years before that time, teaching kindergarten here in Napa since then—this, her tenth year. I commuted three days a week my last year and a half to Sacramento before graduating. She’d taken a short leave of absence from teaching after I was released a month or so ago from the Martinez VA Hospital.
“Hey, kiddo,” I say, keepi
