I told Mr. Black that I was panicky, and he said it was OK to be panicky. I told him I felt like I couldn’t do it, and he said it was OK to feel like I couldn’t do it. I told him it was the thing that I was most afraid of. He said he could understand why. I wanted him to disagree with me, but he wouldn’t, so I had no way to argue. I told him I would wait for him in the lobby, and he said, “Fine.” “OK, OK,” I said, “I’ll go.”
