He’s horrified by the suggestion. “No! I can’t do that!” “You can, and you will. I’m not asking.” He gestures wildly toward the windows. “He’s an animal!” “Yes, but a reasonable one. Do I look hurt to you?” After a moment, he says reluctantly, “No.” “That’s because I know how to handle him.” He looks at me strangely. “I don’t think you do. I’ve never seen you like this.” “Like what?” “Emotional.” It unnerves me that he’s right.
