But the thing was, I had tried to talk to him about it. I had called him. I just didn’t think it was the right time to argue that. From the way he was still looking down at me. I didn’t think that time was going to change anytime soon. “Why would you paint the goddamn car after I told you I wanted to talk to you about it?” he griped, honestly, truly angry.
…does he genuinely not remember
