“Did you follow him home?” I ask. “Is she gonna be okay?” Duncan doesn’t reply. “He was really angry tonight, Duncan.” “Yeah. Perhaps consider the wisdom of antagonizing him.” My mouth opens but the words dissolve. He’s right, and it’s easier to see that with my anger cooled. He’s right, and also not. A man’s anger, his violence, is no one’s responsibility but his own. “When does it end?” I ask. “If no one ever says anything, for fear of him, then when does it end.”
