Chapter 6I did think about what I’d done to Noah. He was right, I had taken out the anger I still held regarding David’s actions on him. Why couldn’t I let it go? I thought I had. I thought embroiling myself in my writing had helped. David and his death weren’t at the forefront of my thoughts these days and hadn’t been for a while, but obviously he was lingering at the back of my mind.
More to the point, why Noah and no one else? He’s nothing like David. Polar opposites, in fact. David had a caustic edge that came out when he was uptight or frustrated about something. Usually, I was able to jolly him out of it, until the end. Thinking about it now, I realized he hadn’t been that way over the last several months before his death. Could I put that on Mr. Howard’s shoulders? Maybe. Probably.
