“Is this suppose to make me sympathetic or hate him more?” I asked her.
“I don’t know, I’m sure. But I think it was pretty low of him to sell you off like you was a w***e. Same time, he had his reasons. He really didn’t have much choice.”
“You always have a choice, Mary,” I managed to say. “Just that some choices are tougher than others.”
She looked like the lights had just gone on in her brain, “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
I waited for her to say more, and the silence was awkward. It wasn’t like me to let any conversation drift, but I was still too numb to care about much of anything.
“Well, that’s all there is. I hope you don’t hate him,” she finally added.
“No, Mary, I don’t hate him,” I said truthfully. “Now you’d better go.”
She did, leaving me feeling no different than I a
