I couldn't believe my ears. HE wanted to
talk to ME? After he'd spent at least a year
badmouthing me to anyone who would
listen, I couldn't imagine what he'd have
to say to me in person.
He was just standing there, staring at me
in a way that was almost . . . creepy. I
mean, more creepy than usual for Doug.
I had half a mind to just walk away without
a word, but he HAD said he was glad I
came. Maybe he was trying to turn over a
new leaf. Maybe it finally occurred to him
what an asshole poor loser he'd been
and wanted to apologize for the things
he'd said about me.
Or maybe he wanted to say something
worse.
Still holding the two drinks, I took a sip of
one and said . . .