“I thought you didn’t like him!” I don’t. I think. No, I know I don’t like Kayde. Realistically, I can’t like him. It’d be the same as liking the robber breaking into my house, or the murderer bearing down on me with a knife. But when I try to summon the feelings of hatred and disgust, the ones I’d felt at least in the beginning, I find that particular well empty.
