I went upstairs to my room, took off my clothes, and crawled into bed naked. The air was cold, and the sheet and blanket felt warm and reassuring against my bare skin.
But I could not sleep.
What was I going to do about Charlie?
I knew what I had to do, of course. I already knew. There was no need for debate. There was no need for all this drama and bullshit. But…
Well, like I already said, I’m a bullshitter. And a bullshitter’s gonna bullshit, even when he knows he shouldn’t. Even when he knows there is nothing to be gained by it. It’s just what we do.
This was something I had figured out about myself some years back. I knew when I was doing it. I was completely aware of it. Yet, somehow, I had a way of pulling the wool over my own eyes and pretending that I wasn’t. That I was simply
