I’d left the dog psychology book behind, I realized. That bummed me out as much as anything.
Aww.
Oh well, there are more bookstores in Brockton Bay, I’m sure you’ll find another one.
I hadn’t really won or lost, as I saw it. Any injuries I’d sustained were balanced out by the fact that I’d fought back, and that Brian had been there to back me up.
Yeah, I guess this was kind of a draw, to some extent.
Well, that was my gut feeling, anyway. It was entirely possible that I’d change my mind after I saw how bad the damage was to my face and ear.
Well, maybe.
Might as well know sooner than later. I gestured to the side of my head and asked Brian, “How bad is it?”
“I think that ear’s going to need stitches,” Brian told me. “You’ve got a tear in the skin by the earlobe.”
Ouch.
I nodded, mute.
“You want to press assault charges?”
The only witness they have besides Brian is on Sophia’s side. That might complicate things.
I shook my head. No money to do it, no use in trying. She had Emma’s dad backing her up, and the only witness was the old guy from the bookstore, who had given me the distinct impression he sided with Sophia over me.
Yeah.
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