“I know. I was a jerk.” She looks away. “Emmy’s been telling me that for a while.” “She said you were a jerk?” I laugh at that, mostly because I can’t picture it at all. “She said I wasn’t giving you a chance,” she says. “That you’re not the guy I think you are. And she was right, I think.” Emmy said that? About me? “I’m sorry, too,” she says. “For what?” “For not being more understanding,”
