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Show Coffee Drinkers P r e f e r r e d Page 209 of 307 CHAPTER 31 The attorney prosecuting the case against Cox had promised to tell Sarah if he made bail. She had said that with the nature of the attack and the history of domestic violence that it was unlikely he would even be offered bail but you never could tell. Very often the domestic abusers had far more rights, in the eyes of the courts, than the abusees. A restraining order was now in place but that was no guarantee of anything. I was playing checkers with Rhythm at one end of the kitchen table while Sarah and Alii pushed clay around on a white plastic sheet at the other end. She was a good mom. She had packed her suit cases and they were sitting next to the door, in case the phone rang with bad news. The arraignment was at three. It was close. I had told her I would take her anywhere she wanted to go. I had the sig in a holster under a light sport coat. I told Sarah I was wearing the coat so that I didn't have to look at the gleaming metal sticking into my arm. "Your family seemed nice." "They are borg. You will be assimilated." "You are assimilated," she said. "I don't know what I am. It's nice to be in something that is so much bigger than you are. It's just too bad that most of it's..." • |