Jack asked if I was a cop.
"No, “I shook my head,” She landed on my motorcycle."
"Bet you wish you hadn’t parked there," Jack grinned.
"I saw you push her. My office is just across the street," I confessed.
"I wish you hadn’t seen or said that," Jack squirmed.
"It haunts me. Does it haunt you," I asked?
"Yeah, sometimes, like now...I wish she could fly," Jack lamented.