A cool breeze was blowing down the valley across the golf course, so Bill put his jacket back on. Shrouded in a milky haze, the resort had fallen into a gloomy funk. He wished the wind would switch directions so the forest fire smoke would clear out. He looked across the table at his unrecognizable lunch companion and still couldn’t believe the CEO of Knight Industries was really his high school buddy, Arnold.
“The lies we tell our friends are nothing compared to the lies we tell ourselves,” Knight said.
“You seem to be an expert on both.” Bill lobbed his napkin onto the table. “Maybe instead of learning to love my enemies, I need to learn to hate my friends,” he said under his breath.
“Now, now, Cannon, hate is a pretty strong word.” Knight shook his head. “When did you figure it out?”
