She could press charges for indecent acts, attempted rape, pain and suffering. She could take me for all I had.She came out of the closet wearing my o...d number 7 football jersey. It came down to the bottom of her hips. She had my number 01 jersey in her hand and a pair of sweats I didn’t even think I still owned. She could find the damndest things in my house.“Oh?” I said lamely.She threw the clothes in my face. “Yeah. I just thought of something I need and I can’t buy it.”I was still standing. "Really, Mr. Cook, I dislike a hypocrite and a brute even more. Itwould be a crime for me to let you inflict yourself on the world andespecially that poor woman you have fooled into loving you. No, Imust render you quite harmless."She swept past him to a desk where she took a seat, and beganshuffling through a few papers. From a drawer she took out a pair ofnarrow horned rimmed glasses and set them lowly on her nose. She putout the butt of her cigarette out in an ashtray, took out another,. There was a briefreport that related how a young soldier had reported seeing the ghost ofan Indian girl in a cave on Kaylock land. The soldier had spent threedays in the guardhouse for getting drunk and submitting a false report.She frowned when she saw that the date on the report was almost threeyears before Yolanda had come to Laramie.Another report was about the mustering out of a young Nathaniel Kaylockfrom the Army. He had served satisfactorily under U.S. Grant in theArmy of the West and. "Spencer and Hall interviews are,like, two hours long!" This is news to me. I'd never had such an easyjob interview in my whole life."Mine was only twenty minutes," I explain, causing Charlotte to choke onher coffee again. Once I'd settled her down, I continued. "They bothwere. Your father did most of the talking." Charlotte groans loudly atthis revelation, drawing unwanted attention from nearby shoppers."That explains it all," she says with a sigh. "I bet when I get home andcheck his bank.