“So what are you going to do?”
It should have been a simple question. It wasn’t. “Why’d you do it?”
“Does it matter?”
“No.” Yes.
“So?”
“Damn it, I’m not going to drag you in there without knowing what the hell you were thinking.”
“It was ten years ago. I’ve been about two or three different people since then. Do you really think it’s going to make any sense?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because I met your mother.”
