Not a Hypocrite

Sometime around 25 years ago, I was visiting a friend. It was late autumn, and I’d gone to hang out in her hot tub. We were coming back to her apartment, dripping wet but still defended from the cold by our jacuzzi-heated bodies. I suddenly had the feeling someone–something–very dangerous was following us.

I didn’t say anything about it. We got into her apartment without incident. I got home without incident. I tried to go to bed, but I felt completely unsafe though I’d lived there for years...