“Breakdown.”
He decided to let silence speak for him while she ranted. She was diagnosing him from the hall. There were many early symptoms, varying with different cases, such as free-floating anxiety, peculiar religious ideation, imaginary ability in certain fields, day-dreaming, brooding, reclusiveness, bizarre fantasies… “GROW SOME BALLS, GODDAMM YOU!”
“Confiteor Deo omnipotenti,” he whispered to himself in the darkness.
Now what? Did she leave the room? Then: A miracle. Kitty must’ve spotted his new cab driver’s hat (possibly a promotion?) because she did a 180 and eventually coaxed him out of his marathon lockdown by whispering sweet nothings through the door. This was so silly that he unlocked the door and exposed his nakedness to the light. Once he grew accustomed to the light, h
