No, I didn't smack him or glare or even treat him like the ridiculously frustrating person he apparently was. Instead, I got to my feet and left him there with Mom who met my eyes with that perfect amount of "Are you serious?" that I felt utterly justified my own feelings toward Barry.

Let her deal with him. I was sure it was just his lingering discomfort from the helicopter flight, his upset stomach, his continuing attitude about me. Sure it was. Not like Dr. Aberstock ...