demanding to see the station
commander, and right then Abel
walked into the station. He’d driven
down. He’d sobered up a bit, but he
was still drunk, driving into a police
station. That didn’t matter. He
walked over to the cops, and the
station turned into a boys’ club.
Like they were a bunch of old pals.
“Hey, guys,” he said. “You know
how it is. You know how women
can be. I just got a little angry,
that’s all.”
“It’s okay, man. We know. It
happens. Don’t worry.”
I had never seen anything like
it. I was nine years old, and I still