But Kat guided them to my table, where she stood, holding a tray upon which her wrapped tacos lay, and boldly said, "You remind me of my Uncle Bob. Is...this seat taken?" Caitlin!" squealed one of her friends. She was a pretty typical college girl, cute, but not classically beautiful, in fairly good shape, and who knew better than to approach strange men. I didn't get much of a look at the other girl. I was looking at Caitlin."Well," I said, ignoring the outraged objection to Caitlin's forward. About the time the EMT backed away, a police officer was there. After getting Dexter’s name and contact information, he said, “I’ve watched the surveillance videos. You were sucker punched. Are you going to press charges?”“He’s my son,” Dexter said thinking that was answer enough.The police officer didn’t seem to think that was an answer.“So? Are you going to press charges, or not?”“No,” Dexter answered.He wondered how many parents pressed assault charges on their teenaged kids. He guessed that. ‘If you will all take your seats ladies and gentlemen and let us begin,’ he said. He waited a few moments as the last few students took their seats and the class quieted down. ‘Last time we had started talking about the establishment of the Extraordinary Commission,’ he began. Joey stopped listening to what he was saying almost as soon as he started talking. Now was the time to put her plan into action and all of a sudden she was afraid. What if it did not work, she thought. What if he does not. She stared at the pulpit for the rest of the sermon, sitting stiff as if frozen, though I doubt if she was paying any attention to her father's spoken words.Kate was the last one to leave the church that day. I stood at the door of the church as she walked past me. She turned her head slightly to look at me from the corner of her eyes, bit her lips, and kept walking. As she slowly walked away on the dusty road on this warm summer morning, I could feel the heat rising from the pavement. The hot.