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Chapter Four-2
to“Do we really need them?” I inquire once more, and your expression lets me know how ridiculous a question you think this is. You won’t dignify my apparent ignorance with an answer. Your long, drawn out, not the least bit dramatic sigh tells me what I need to know. The answer is yes. It’s pretty clear by the way you roll your eyes that you think I’m incompetent. But you can’t know that I didn’t pick up the balloons because after I dropped you off, I had a job to do and nothing went as planned. You don’t know that peoples’ lives were on the line, namely my own, and you can’t know how badly I needed to get this job right. It would not soothe you to hear that the last thing on my mind was two-dozen f*****g balloons… but rather on that note you supposedly did not write and the paycheck that k
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