" So ... what you're saying, Mrs. Fetterman, is that you recognized Gilbert Kinneson, who was helpless and in pain, bleeding freely from an unfortunat... accident, and instead of helping him ... you killed him." Objection!" shouted McDill."Basis?" asked the judge."The prosecutor has characterized the accident that disabled Mr. Kinneson as 'unfortunate, ' when in fact he was fleeing the scene of ANOTHER rape in the victim's stolen car!" Overruled," snapped the judge. He turned to the jury. "What. I didn’t need to return to the MPD until 0800 Tuesday morning.For the next few weeks, it was more of the same. I was learning the business and Jerry didn’t seem too critical of the job I was doing. He did comment on the different shifts, saying that day shift got the most and weirdest calls, and lots of minor accidents. Minor accidents were those where everybody walked away. Even if the cars collided at ninety miles an hour, if you walked away, we considered it minor. Evening shift had a lot of. I'll arrange to take tomorrow off, so we can go out to dinner and see more of the area." OK, Mom, that sounds good," I replied, realizing that I was quite hungry since I had only had a light meal at a diner on the road.The next few days, we explored the area. I was pleased to learn that there were several areas with good hiking trails, and that the Schawangunk Ridge - the mountain I had driven over - was a renowned rock climbers paradise, better known as "the Gunks."Early Monday morning, I. Then she said; “Jackie are you ready to talk about it?” Talk about what I said to her?“Oh you know Jackie about things?” Patti said.As now she was mothering me, as she reached her other arm out and began stroking her fingers through my hair, and still looking me right in the eyes.I again asked what things Patti?She just steadily looked me right in the eyes, saying nothing at that moment thinking about somehow how to ask me what she wanted me to talk to her about.Then said; “Oh you know Jackie.