Sometime after Lacey left the cabin, Carl asked me if anything had happened, but his tone of question indicated that he knew exactly what had happened.
"Did you have a Mate?" he asked me, directly.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I replied, turning my back on him, but he stopped me. "What is it?" I inquired.
"It's not a subject you can ignore, Martin," he told me. "A Mate is something special," he said, wanting to teach me something.
"Then why don't you take care of yours?" I said, without sounding too rude. "If it's that important." At that moment, Carl pressed me against the wall.
"You had a Mate with my best friend's wife, Martin. The best friend you killed," he shouted, angry. It was finally time for someone, other than Lacey, to speak on the subject and judge me.
"It w
