Sitting on this cold uncomfortable cot, I just wish that my fists had done more damage to George's smug face.  I watch him sit in the cell across from me, hoping he is in more pain than he looks.  Trying to make sure that Lillian got home O.K., I asked about her earlier, but I only heard that she had left the scene.

Instead, I am forced to sit here and wait for my lawyer to bail me out.  I stare down George from across the room, while the guard walks in.  He glances at both of us ...