“So this was all because my mom was nice to you?” His hands dropped down. “You fucking on something for that concussion still? That’s what you got from all of that?” I jumped to my feet. “That’s what you said! It was about my mom.” “It started out about your mom. I mean, it started about more than your mom, but yeah. It began because of your mom, but also you. And it became about you—” He cut off, his head moving left to right in a brisk motion. “No. I’m not doing this right now.
