Confrontation
“Hello, hero.”
I look around my dark apartment. “Who’s there?”
“I think you know.”
“Bill.” I fumble around for the light switch, but it’s dead.
“That’s right, hero.”
“I’m not a hero.”
“Oh, quit being so humble. I know you love it, all that attention.”
“Look, I know I can’t imagine how it feels for you, what happened to Tina. I’m not proud of what happened. But you have to let go.”
“Let go? I don’t think so. Maybe I should help you understand how it feels, instead.”
“Bill, it doesn’t have to be this way.”
“I think it does.”
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