“But when I got there, this old man with a gimpy leg came out. He acted so sorry and kept saying, ‘Thank you for coming down,’ to me, a kid. He must’ve said it about fifteen times. And then a girl with this big birthmark on her face brought the fingerprint form and didn’t look at me once but shielded my hands with her notebook the whole time so the others couldn’t see I was getting fingerprinted. I forgot about punching anybody after that. I must’ve said sorry about ten times. More times than I’ve ever said it in all my life.”
