that. Personally, I think it’d take a very, very big thing for me to forgive someone like that.” “What kind of very, very big thing?” I ask. I don’t even hear the shouts behind me. I don’t hear the loud whistling, the one or two screams, and the riotous laughter. I’m so used to it at this point that it’s as easy to bat away as a pesky fly after your finger food. Billy shrugs at me. “I’m not sure. Something very big. Maybe something that shows he is willing to do anything to earn your forgiveness, even if he has to sacrifice his own dignity,
