He started crying. Dante and his tears. Dante and his tears. “You pushed me. You pushed me and you saved my life.” “Looks like I pushed you and beat the crap out of your face.” “I’ve got character now,” he said. “It was that damned bird,” I said. “We can blame it all on the bird. The whole thing.” “I’m done with birds.” “No you’re not.” He started crying again.
