Chapter 53: ApologyLater that day.
“I’m sorry. That should’ve never happened. I should’ve kept Katz away from here,” Tacoma told me, interrupting my work.
I sat in my office writing, readers perched on the end of my slim nose. Bach played in the background, relaxing me. I took my glasses off and placed them down on the wooden desk in front of me, pressed the bridge of my nose with two fingertips, and closed my eyes. “He’s gone now, young man. He left right after he pushed me into the pool. There’s nothing to worry about.”
He had tears in his eyes. They turned glassy and wet. He wiped the back of his right hand across them, began to sniffle, needing a Kleenex; I didn’t offer him one. “I’ve broken every rule here, haven’t I? You have so few rules and I’ve disregarded all of them.”
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