Hard to feel all that blessed.”Susan smiled, and said, “Sounds like you’ve got a good case of emotional whiplash going...”Jason nodded.“So, ...ow do you feel?”“Ask me a simple question, Susan, like... ‘recite pi to one thousand places’. It’s ... I have this whirlpool of stuff ... happy, sad, calm, angry, love, hate ... all of it going a million miles an hour.“So, Susan, how should I feel?”“I’m not here to tell you how you’re supposed to feel, Jason. I’m here to ask you questions, and to help you. I'd like to do it on a scholarship but I'll go anyway." Have you picked a major?" Not really. Phys Ed, maybe. Aeronautics." How do you do that? Pick a major, I mean." It's just a subject you like well enough to make a life of it." I have no idea what subject I'd like. Just a nice car, nice apartment, and security." Nice clothes?" I don't know about that. I'm makin' my mind up year to year." What about this year?" Don't own any clothes; don't feel like buyin' any. What you see is what you get.". I was sure we qualified.We ordered some wine when we got back, and sat on the little balcony and looked at the stars. The breeze was like a caress, the wine - a kiss, the stars like . . stars. I ain't that silly, metaphors had been going through my head all day, thinking about what had transpired this morning. From near tragedy, to soap opera, to a love scene. Quite remarkable series of events. The day had been a fine one, the evening delightful; my son a gentleman, and a rogue in plain. ”Stein glared at him. “You should be helping me out here, not putting your job in jeopardy.”“My job? I’m doing my fucking job. I don’t work for the State, I work for the people of this county, and they’d take a damn dim view of me letting some asshole cart off a minor with no cause.”The Agent must have finally decided the Sheriff was serious because he waved his officer back. From the seething hate in Delaney’s eyes, I figured he’d just gotten lucky. We probably all had.I found myself secured.