a loser. You said you could barely stand looking at me.”
He looked down at the table.
“I shouldn’t have said those things.”
“No,” I replied. “You shouldn’t have thought them either.”
He went quiet.
For the first time in a long time, I saw him struggling to find an answer that would make the conversation go away.
Finally, he said, “What do you want me to do?”
I had spent months imagining that question.
I could have demanded that he apologize in front of his friends. I could have
