Infringe it did, of course-big time-the year I turned twenty-two and Theresa was sweet sixteen. I'd just had one of the all-time great fights with my old man. It was the night I told him I'd dropped out of computer science-dropped out of the whole University of Washington system, in fact. He blew his top, like I knew he would, but didn't quite take a swing at me-which I hoped he would, because then I'd have been justified in pushing his teeth down his throat. Instead, he kept the violence on the verbal and emotional level. That only made it worse, of course. I stormed out of the house, wishing him dead in my heart.