I sighed. My grip loosened and I put the bat down. “Not right now, but it’s inevitable that you become one. We’ve seen your future, Jay. Choices make us who we are. You’ve been choosing poorly.”
“Is that an Indiana Jones reference?”
“Yes, but don’t let that detract from the importance of my point. We’re all one bad decision away from sealing our fates. Don’t think of this Christmas Carol experience as a punishment. Think of it as an intervention. You’re in danger, Jay, of having your life mean nothing but missed opportunity and emotional casualties. I get why you’re mad. And for once—though it’s probably unwise for me to admit it—I kind of feel bad about it. But this is happening one way or another, so I advise you to get on board.”
Jay took three long strides toward me so we were barel
