“You’d rather just go on hating me. Is that it?” He’s silent for a time, as if weighing his next words. When he finally does answer, his voice is flat, almost weary. “I’ve been bitter for a long time, Marian. A very, very long time. I’m not sure I could take knowing I’ve spent the last forty years in purgatory for no damned reason.” “You’d rather remember it wrong?” “I’d rather not to remember it at all, thank you. But anger is easy. It’s also familiar. My default position, you might say.” I blink at him, experiencing an eerie sense of déjà vu. Didn’t I say something similar to Ashlyn last
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yeah he needs a good chat with Ashlyn! and a good kick in the ass!!
