Chapter 21

I knew exactly what he was saying, and I knew it was true, but the bullshitter in me wanted to make excuses, wanted to hash it out, wanted to prevaricate and dilly and dally and ponder and consider the matter and think about options and—

Christ!

“I’m sorry,” he said as I sat there with my mouth open. I’m sure my face was redder than a beet. “I told you I was pushy, and I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be. I’m just an ass sometimes. I did say I wasn’t good at pretending. And shit.”

“You did,” I agreed. I said it because I couldn’t think of anything else to say.

“And sometimes you gotta be petty cause bitches gotta learn,” he added. “That’s what my friend Alvin always used to say.”

“Bitches gotta learn?” I repeated.

He shrugged.