The staked Goat

car path. ”Oh, my God,” she said, sinking down on her knees, ”oh, my God...”
    I tried to support her, but instead my leg gave way, and I sank down with her. I heard the cruiser doors open and slam. ”Over here,” I called, dropping the Bodyguard to the ground. ”Get an ambulance.”
    ”Oh, John, oh my God, I killed him... oh Jesus Mary, I killed a man.”
    I drew her face toward me and mourned for the time when I would have felt as she did.