They get off at the next stop; the policeman says, “Let’s go where we can hear better,” and leads them upstairs to the area near the turnstiles, and he has the woman go through it again and then says to Gould, “Now’s your time, sir, how do you answer her charges?” and Gould says, “What I started telling you before but said completely to her on the train before: it’s ridiculous, I’d never do it. I didn’t, period. I can appreciate why she’d protest, though, if she thought something like that happened, for it’s awful when men do that to women on trains — anyplace. I can also understand, if it’s happened to her before or even if it hasn’t, why she might think I did it on purpose — that it just felt to her as if I did. But I swear, if my body did touch hers, and I’m not even sure it did, it was purely by accident and nothing else. As I told her, it’s just not what I do. I’m married, with young children and a good job — I know those aren’t valid excuses; the most deeply married man and best father and worker and religious person and everything could be a psycho on the side — but I’m not, and more than that I can’t say,” and the policeman says to her, “Ma’am, I don’t take sides. You say this, he says that, and it’s up to me to listen. Now I heard you both and I’m going to say what I’m going to say. You really don’t have any witnesses to it, so it ends up being your word against his, and I don’t think you’ll get anywhere with it,” and she says, “I know he put his body intentionally to mine and so does he. He’s a good liar. He had plenty of space to go around me, but no, he turned to me, not with his back but his front, something I caught out of the corner of my eye but didn’t have the time to stop it. And next he squeezed into me as if I was his little doll or something — his girlfriend or wife that he says he has — and I’d like it. Well, I didn’t like it and I want to make charges against him, big charges. I want to stop all these creepy bastards like him from riding back and forth on the subways and trying to stick themselves against women and smaller girls and every kind of female and the rest of it.” She’s almost screaming now, and the policeman says, “Lady, calm down please. Okay, you want to make charges, we can do that, but you’ll have to come to court once his case comes up, you know. You don’t, for no good reason, then the charges are dropped and can’t be renewed. Even if you don’t come to court for a good reason — sickness, or your kid’s sick—” and she says, “I have no kid, and I’m not married; I’m on my own, which is another—” and he says, “I was giving examples. Then the case is postponed for two months or so, even more if there’s a big court overload,” and she says, “Don’t you worry, I’ll be there the first time,” and the policeman says, “Okay, so I guess we got to go to step two, and I want everybody to remain peaceful, calm and nice,” and starts to fill out a report, asks Gould for identification, says he’ll get a court notice in the mail when to appear. “Same with you, miss, and I’ll see you both there. Okay, now we’re all free to go,” and Gould says, “I’m going downstairs to continue my ride, I hope that’s all right,” and the policeman says, “Sure, it’s what I said,” and the woman says, “So am I. I’m not staying here waiting for him to get the next train first and my missing even more of my time,” and the policeman says, “So how about us all going downstairs together, since that’s my direction too,” and they walk downstairs and stand on the platform waiting for the train. Gould says to the policeman, “I’m not trying to show anything by this, but if you don’t mind I’d like to move a ways down the platform so I can save the embarrassment for this woman and me, or just uneasiness, of being in the same car,” and the woman says, “It makes no difference to me if we’re in the same car so long as this officer’s there with us,” and the policeman says, “I’ll get in the same car with you two — I did plan that — but I’ll have to start circulating my presence throughout the train and, after a stop or two, the train system in general, if you know what I mean. So why don’t you,” he says to Gould, “just to make life easier for us, get in with me, and if Miss Pizeman wants, she can get into another car. I think that’s the best solution,” and she says, “Why?” and he says, “Because I think so. Because I know what I’m doing. Because if I’m with him you know nothing can go wrong between you, from whichever end it comes,” and Gould says, “Nothing could go wrong again from my end. I didn’t do anything before and I wouldn’t do anything now,” and she says, “That’s what you say, but you lie on one and we’re supposed to believe the other?” and the policeman says, “I already assumed nothing would go wrong now. I was only trying to come up with a compromise that’d make this woman feel a bit easier. But if you think”—to her—“you want me in your car and him to be in another car and he agrees to it, though he’s not by law obligated to and I can’t insist he do it since he’s not acting in any way as if he’s about to get out of hand—” and she says, “One or the other, I guess; I don’t care. Just so long as you’re with one of us. But what happens if when you start circulating he comes to the car I’m in, after you’re out of mine or when you’re off the train entirely?” and Gould says, “I won’t go into your car. You don’t seem to understand that you’re the last person I ever want to be in the same car with. So whatever car I get into, I’ll stay there, but we have to make sure from the start we’re in different ones.” Platform’s crowding up, some people have moved closer to listen to them, and the policeman says, “Please, folks, what you see’s not anybody else’s business, so move it,” and Gould thinks, This is awful; besides that, it’s embarrassing. You got to get yourself away from here before she says something that makes you say something and then she’s sure to come back harder and you’ll give even more in return, to where you’re in big trouble again and with everyone watching, and looks at the wall with the station’s name on it and says, “Jesus, I can’t believe it, but I don’t even have to get on the train. This is my stop, and in all the confusion before I didn’t know it,” and the woman says, “Sure it is,” and the policeman says, “So why don’t you leave then, sir,” and she says, “You just want to separate us, don’t tell me; well, good,” and Gould says to them, “But it’s the truth; I don’t know how I can prove it, but it is,” and the policeman says, “Don’t prove, just go where you have to and if I’m not on some other thing that day and the woman here doesn’t drop the charges before then, I’ll see you,” and Gould says, “Thank you,” and, to the woman, “Believe me, miss, I’m sorry for the misunderstanding between us, for that’s what it was. And I hope, in the next few weeks, you can see to dropping the charges, because they’re—” and she says “Bullshit,” and he says, “No, really, I was going to say—” and she says, “And I said bullshit, bullshit, do you hear? Bullshit!” and the policeman says, “Please, lady, don’t make it more,” and Gould says, “Thanks again,” and touches him on the arm and goes upstairs, thinking, I’ve never touched a cop before.