The maddening carelessness of the other day that had left a scratch on a stranger’s car had been replaced by the uncertainty of what happens next. I’d scribbled a note on the back of a business card, apologizing profusely and accepting full responsibility. The Right Thing To Do. Of course now it could go one of two ways: either a bill for the damage or a larger bill for any damage he wanted to accuse me of causing that I’d just accepted responsibility for. I missed the call. “Thanks for leaving your card. Really appreciate you telling me about the scratch. Please don’t worry - I’m sure it’ll polish out. Thanks again. Bye.” I’m ashamed at my lack of faith.