“That spot, right?” she asked, and I nodded. “That will be a good thing, a very good thing. It was probably the last time Mom was happy.”“So... anyway,” Sam continued, “I knew from Sarah that extracting Chastity wasn’t going to be a cakewalk. I called a friend who helps off-duty cops find supplemental employment and rented two that he told me had experience with domestic disputes and a record of maintaining control. Then I called a judge I know in Family Court. I ended up FAXing her the will and. And he slapped me, making my face sting and my eyes water.“What do you want?” I managed to gasp. My cheek burned from the slap and I could feel it sting where his ring had broken the skin.He leaned close, his spit hitting my face. “What do I want? What do I want? I want some respect you asshole. Nobody comes into my house and embarrasses me like that.”I was totally helpless and afraid of getting a beating, so I said, “I’m sorry Tony.”“You’re sorry? I’ll tell you what, you’re a sorry sack of. After the 'Shootout on Everett Mountain, ' it took weeks for my mind to quit analyzing all the ins and outs; this was common when I was in the military. My subconscious would analyze every detail of a mission, trying to determine if it there were any errors or if it could have been executed better. Surprisingly, a number of my conclusions, over the years, were used in future missions. Nevertheless, the 'Shootout on Everett Mountain' was, theoretically, a onetime event.Who am I you ask? My name. It seemed to be something he needed to ask. The easy intimacy they had shared just that morning suddenly felt a million miles away. “Err No. I mean that’s not why I asked you here.” She paused, and sucked her bottom lip thoughtfully. Michael wondered if they were about to have “that” conversation; the one about teacher-student relationships not being a good idea. His face, never good for poker, must have shown his disappointment. Why had she asked him over so late in the evening to just tell.