place to live in it, Gareth. That’s a different thing.”
He nodded into the glass.
“Your parents,” I said. “Do they know what you did?”
“No.”
“Are you sure.”
“They think you offered.”
“I figured.”
I watched him a while. He was not a monster. That was the worst part. He was a thirty-eight-year-old project manager with two car payments and a mother with a bad continue reading …
