His words were obscurely comforting. Oh, there were some things in my past I wasn’t proud of, but at least it sounded as if the cosmic balance sheet was stacked in favor of the regular guy.
“What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done?” he asked.
That one was easy. There were worse things than overstating the charitable contributions on your income tax or wishing that the person who just cut you off on the freeway would drop dead of a sudden thrombosis. “Standing up Anthony Whitman for the senior prom,” I said.
“Tell me.”
“Don’t you know already?” I demanded.
“I know Anthony’s side of it,” Luke replied imperturbably. “I want to hear your side.”
Was it just me, or had the temperature suddenly dropped about ten degrees? I pulled my leather coat more tightly against myself and wished I’d th
