Do you have your key?”I nodded. “Where is she?”He didn’t bother to pretend he didn’t know who I was asking about. “She is under arrest. We...��ll take care of it, but you are still bleeding. You need come with me.”He led me through the throng of students, all of them calling out, asking if I was okay, asking the cops if I was under arrest. Marjorie pushed through and got in front of us, causing us to halt.“I am a nurse and he needs medical attention, you can’t arrest him now!” she said, her face. . here I am. In the shit!If she wasn't just like her mother, I wouldn't... yes I would! Wouldn't! I went with some real barkers. Yes ... you did. They were the girls who put out. So don't say nasty things about Inkeri ... guys are going to WANT her. They are going to want her stark naked ... spread out and moaning for it. Remember what I said? "With girls you worry about every dick." Lordy ... I want to go home.No you don't. It's Finland. Land of loose morals ... and Inkeri is exactly...SHUT. She put the coat on and admired the way it satjust above the skirt of her dress.Suddenly she just zoned out.She recalled a meeting with her psychiatrist who suggested that she maysuffer from dissociative identity disorder. The psychiatrist thought itmay be linked to an overbearing boyfriend who mentally abused her whenshe was younger. She only escaped him when he got locked up forshooting his dog with a BB gun.The worst symptom of her condition is that occasionally she can't bearto look at. The music changed and everyone stood. Chris felt time slow down as his father started to lead him down the isle. He lifted his eyes and saw Jacob in a jet black suit with a red tie. His hair was slicked back and Chris thought he looked straight out of a magazine. He looked into Jacob's eyes and Jacob was staring back with a smile. Before Chris knew it he was kissing his dad on the cheek and walking up the stairs to his awaiting soon-to-be husband. They took each others hands and the band played.