”“I’m doing good. It’s technically my son who is in the need of lawyer.”“Let’s go sit down and this young man can explain why he’s in ...eed of my services.”The formal dining room was set up as a conference room. We sat down, and I began telling the story of the incident with mom filling in details. When I finished, Mr. Carrington excused himself and brought back some bottles of water.“Sorry, I should have offered when y’all got here. So, what is the end goal your looking for Barnim?”“Well, Bob.. He wouldn’t hold still while I beat him down. Look what he’s done to me. My nose is all out of shape and I’ve puked all over myself. Put that son of a bitch in jail. You know who I am, so you better do it.”One of the campus police officers asked me, “What started this?”“I was in the room when Scott came in, spread his stuff all around the room, and told me to get my shit out of the way so he could put his anywhere he wanted to. I asked him to keep his personal stuff on his side of the room, and. ThrillerAutumn afternoon. Outside the window pretty nice weather. Colorful leaves fall from the trees. Despite this, I was a little depressed, but it's probably normal for this time of year. With headphones the sound was coming out my favorite piece. At least that in some way improved my mood. With thoughtfulness rescued me my phone vibration rhythm. Martin wrote a text message or not run into him on a movie with the guys. Good idea, I thought. After the film had to be a little bit with him and. . don't you think?" Mmmmnnn hmmm."James reached for his drink and placed his hand on the couch reaching out toward her.As she did the same, their hands touched. The feeling was electric and they both pulled back briefly, and then relaxed. Their hands were barely touching, there on the seat of the couch, but the warmth exchanged was intense. They sat and stared at Gerald on the floor, sleeping soundly, as the tension built between them. They sat like that for a time, and then James covered her.