I looked at the doctor, "Have you written down what she looks like? For the trial?"He acted like he had expected to hear something else, "He's not dea...d?" Not unless someone else did it. He's at the sheriff's office. The sheriff will probably want you to set his broken arm. I wouldn't do it."I gently stroked Elizabeth's hair, stiff with the dried blood from her injuries. I looked at him, "What's your diagnosis of the patient?" As you can see she has suffered numerous bruises around the head and. Their house was large and sat on 2 acres of grounds. There was a gardener, a housekeeper, a maintenance man, all ensured he needn't lift a finger.It hadn't always been that way. He'd spent his early childhood moving around from place to place. His real father had left them when Justin was about 2. He was a jeweller who followed the country fairs in an old bus selling his wares. Justin thought it an idyllic life, always travelling, parking the old Leyland wherever there was a stream for. " Very softly he whispered, "Inexperienced National Guard sergeants, most don't have a clue. Nobody gets friendly with the cherries; too many aren't around very long."A mortar round came in before I could tell him how encouraging what he told me was.Dallas said, "Charlie fires off enough to keep us from sleeping. A direct hit on an area usually injures anyone inside. My father retired from the Army. I know a little about the Army."I commented, "Everybody looks really tired." That's what Charlie. The woman wants to talk about it, pull at all the threads of how it was caused, did someone really mean what they said, what tone of voice was used, what was the body language saying. A man on the other hand just wants to figure out what the problem is, the best way to fix it, fix the problem, and move on to the next one. All he hears is a woman describing a problem, so he stops paying attention to what the woman is saying and starts thinking about solutions. Invariably, at some point, he tells.