”“Good” he replied. Then he said, “Jason, Hawk needs constant, professional care for at least the next seventy-two hours. Do you want us to fl... him to Phoenix?”“No, we’ll go to my home. I’ll get a nurse to stay there. If a problem occurs I’ll take him to the tribal clinic.”“I’d still like to see him tomorrow and a couple of days later.”“We can bring him to the base. Just tell us when.”“OK, but I’ll need to give the nurse some instructions.”“Colonel, I’m not sure how to handle this logistically.. .." I frowned at that. "I hate community showers."That's about the time a rattling of keys brought our eyes to the door. I could have used five more minutes, I thought, but it had been a good start. I found myself liking Lisa a lot and I hoped she liked me. Time would tell."Time for your phone call, Burroughs," the cop said, waving me to my feet."You?" Lisa stared at me, momentarily frozen with surprise as she left the court detention facility. "You paid my bail?" I was in the neighborhood," I. I might have been uncertain but it was more than willing.I was standing naked in the bright office light with a clear view through the exterior office to the hallway as she approached me. She kissed me lightly a few brief moments. And then lightly lead me by the arm to a chair beside the desk where she had me sit down.I sat back the way she wanted me to, with my butt at the front and my shoulders touching the back and my head tilted back. I heard a bit of movement of the desk drawers while she. Goheh: "I'm just looking forward to the fight!" Heh, what a joke!--Zanza (boxing his ears): You're the one joking! You keep up that weird copycat stuff and I'll hang you upside down.Kiheh: O-oh, Mr. Zanza. Where have you been?Zanza: The fight.Kiheh: The--a different fight?Zanza: No, stupid. The fight doesn't start with the kicks and punches. But a fake god of wealth and a muscle-bound freak wouldn't understand.(he picks up his bundle and leaves.)Kiheh: The street fighter Zanza... He's well.