“I bickered with most of them at one point or another and then just up and split without a good-bye when Coach Keller called me out on my shit. I bicker with everyone…until I drive them away…so I won’t be hurt when they up and leave on their own. I test people, as if you didn’t know that. As if you didn’t know that whole wild-oats speech was all about that. I wanted you to stop me. I wanted Keller to come begging for me to come back and…” Now he looked at me. “I wanted you to.”
“I should have.”
“Don’t you dare take the blame, because what if coming out at that news conference was just to grab the spotlight away from you, and then not calling when I was two hours late was just more of the same? When will I stop doing it, Reed? Cloverton, Dover Plains, Schenectady, Russia, I’m a globetrotting asshole.”
“You’re not.” I pried his hand away from his heart and brought it to my lips.
“The stuff is going to burn.”
“Unplug it,” I told him. “Who cares? Keep talking.”