As Patrick was walking sown the sidewalk, lost in thought, suddenly the bumper of a car is right at this thigh. The abortionist blows his horn, Patrick moves out of his way; the abortionist then drives in, after greeting us all with the “finger.” Later, to my surprise, the a Dearborn squad car drives in. The officer enters the mill, then comes back out with the abortionist who points a finger at Patrick and says, “That’s the man.” I couldn’t believe it. I was extremely angry that the abortionist would have the nerve to complain that Patrick had blocked the driveway; I was more angry that the police department was taking it seriously. But, as I cooled down and reflected on it, I thought of what a foolish thing it was for the abortionist–to have police walking back and forth through his waiting room.
Nothing came of it for Patrick–and in the end, the abortionist lost out. A young woman, Kiersten, to whom we had talked extensively, was later pulled out of the mill by her baby’s grandfather. That was, perhaps, the result of Patrick’s work. He had talked for a long time to Kiersten’s escort, and had even suggested that the grandfather be contacted.
