Chapter 115

"Of course. You don't have to be the hero. It's always your choice."

"No it's not," he said, flat as old soda. "What kind of choice is there if God gives you the job? You refuse the job you'll get a divine slap upside the head or worse. There's no choice at all."

"Gussy..." I said weakly, for lack of anything else to say.

He shrugged off my hands, which had been on his arms.

"So you can stop...this." He gestured towards me vaguely. "I don't want to. This is shit." He turned to amble off.

I didn't miss the uneven totter to his gait.

"Gus, you're not well, at least come back with me."

"You deaf?"

"I hear perfectly fine and I don't care if you're the hero or not! You have every right to be frustrated and upset and--and--heck, I had loads of problems with my brother's way of giving callings, so I can get it, so it's okay with me if you're not the hero, you're still my Gus."

His voice almost squeaked. "Don't say it like that."

"Like what?"