“But he didn’t used to be this nice and agreeable,” I complained to Hugh. “Well, he is now,” he said. “Why can’t you let people change?” This is akin to another of his often asked questions: “Why do you choose to remember the negative rather than the positive?” “I don’t,” I insist, thinking, I will never forget your giving me such a hard time over this. Honestly, though, does choice even come into it? Is it my fault that the good times fade to nothing while the bad ones burn forever bright?
