I’d have knocked the block off any clown who walked up and said, “Hey, how about helping me get my nuts off,” and that was the only thing that came to mind. And then I remembered how Jason had approached me when he reached the limits of his frustration. I lifted my head. Was he still here? I’d heard him in the studio bathroom taking a shower a few minutes ago, but I didn’t know if he’d left. Shirtless and sweat covered, I stood in the studio, looking out of a window, nursing my thoughts and resentments.
“What is it, Wilum?” I jumped at the sound of his voice. I hadn’t heard him come up behind me. “I’m sorry, man, I didn’t mean to scare you.” His hands touched my bare arms. I grabbed them and held onto him.
“Not your fault.” I gave a shaky laugh. “I was just thinking.”
“What about?”
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