20.When Kelly returns, she looks really worried. She says, “The PG and E guy isn’t too seriously injured, Rob. Mostly just bruised—and fortunately his nose wasn’t broken.”
“Well, that’s good news,” I say, still feeling a little edgy and sheepish about kind of going off on the guy, when I saw him walking outside. Taliban, al-Qaeda here in Napa? What the hell was I thinking? I wasn’t, really—just reacting. Going into gyrene defensive mode.
“Yes, but I’m afraid he’s contacted the Napa Police Department. He’s going down to press formal charges against you, Rob, maybe as soon as this evening or tomorrow morning at the latest—”
The phone rings. I’m closest, and absently pick it up.
It’s Jim, Kelly’s father.
“Hey, Rob, how are you doing? Feeling any better today?”
The concern and a kind of
