“I never asked you to call in sick,” I said. “Or wear the same clothes for four days in a row.” “I know you didn’t, pet,” he said. He touched my face, grazed it with the back of his knuckles. My rage flowed away and I pressed my cheek into his hand. “But you’re very young,” he continued. “You’re still doing the student thing. And why not? It’s a laugh! But it takes so little for me to slip back into that. Sleeping till noon and all the rest of it. I’ve no self-control.”
