“Oh my God,” I exclaimed, pushing him through the door to his apartment. “She’s, like, ninety years old! Leave her alone.” “You don’t know what she said.” “Sticks and stones, man.” “You’re saying I should stone her to death or beat her with a stick?” “What? No! That is not what I’m saying! Jesus! It’s an expression.” I raked a hand through my hair and walked a couple steps away before spinning around again. “Why does everything with you end in killing people? No, don’t answer.”
