Photo by Bruno

Earl Chinnici ~
Charlie opened and began drinking his second Crazy Chicken since coming home and when he once again started to speak, the conversation progressed downhill in a hurry. “You stated your opinion five times already. I heard you the first time. Why keep repeating yourself? Sometimes I think you just like to annoy me. It’s a twisted game you play.”
My calmness was wearing thin but the meanness of Charlie’s words caused a lump in my throat I had to clear before I could respond. “You know that’s not true, Charlie. How can you say such a thing?”
By that point of our talk, he could barely look at me and I just knew he’d come to his senses any minute. He didn’t.