He was opening a door that we wouldn’t be able to get closed again. And he was waiting to see if I was going to walk through it. What he was saying—the things he told me—was his way of showing me he trusted me. It was also his way of giving me the match. If I wanted to, I could burn him down. But if we were going to do this, I would have to be his safe harbor and he would have to be mine.
