“Teddy, wait. Please, just tell me what I did wrong. Make me understand. I can’t apologize if I don’t know why I’m apologizing.” “Sure you can. You just say, ‘Teddy, I’m sorry for being such an insensitive ass.’ And then you let me fucking go.” But I don’t let him go. I band an arm around his chest, holding him to me as he tries to elbow me. Losing my patience, I curse in Swedish. “Du gör mig galen—just use your words, huh? Teddy, I’m sorry for being such an insensitive ass. There. Now tell me why I’m an ass, and I’ll apologize again.”
