picked up Andrew’s bike and he
beat her with it. Again she called
the police, and the cops who
showed up this time actually knew
Abel. He’d fixed their cars. They
were pals. No charges were filed.
Nothing happened.
That time I confronted him. I
was big enough now.
“You can’t keep doing this,” I
said. “This is not right.”
He was apologetic. He always
was. He didn’t puff out his chest
and get defensive or anything like
that.
“I know,” he said. “I’m sorry. I
don’t like doing these things, but