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O'Brien. Don't you recognize me?" Marcus was, however, yelling out his passenger side window to book her as the officer was lifting his cap to give Shannon's a better look at his face. She was still shaking. "Am I under arrest?" Her lip was quavering. "No. God no," the officer replied as Macaluso was now loudly asking how Tony was. "He's a new child. Thanks to you two," the policeman smiled shaking his head in affirmation. Shannon who normally never forgot a child's name was reading from the officer's name tag to pull it together, Tony + Longo, Anthony Longo? "Anthony?" She apologized, nearly. "I didn't um, Anthony, um, Mister Longo, officer Longo, officer Anthony's father, I didn't see the sign. I'm sorry." Officer Longo saw that this had gone a wee too far. He grasped her by the shoulders, "You are not arrested. You will not get a ticket. But you will be killed or crippled by running stop signs. I need you for my son. Don't do that any more. Cabeesh?" Marcus was calling out to her to tell him that wop thing about Bunker Hill. Officer Longo did laughingly admit that she was riding with punishment enough as Macaluso was urging her to reveal all she knew about Irish terrorists. She restarted the car. "Don't I know it." Then turning to him, "How - did - you - know?" "Jesus, Shannon, that walk of his. How could you miss it? Oh, don't forget to remind me, later, about the milk and stuff." "Oh God. Give me peace." This brush with the law, which had left her still shaking, did cause her to reflect on how things could go when law is not friendly and people lack voice. Her long silence