In fact, you’ve got a lot of gall showing your face to me at all. I’ll be done today and out of here before dark. You’ll have your place back. Now go.” “I’m the one with gall? That’s rich coming from you. Haven’t visited in two years and now you’re concerned?” I recoil the second his words land. He doesn’t need to add a single other word for me to read between the lines. Interpret his sentiment. Blame myself.
