CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Alicia Berenson’s Diary
JULY 22
I hate the fact there’s a g*n in the house.
We had another argument about it last night. At least I thought that’s what we were fighting about—I’m not so sure now.
Gabriel said it was my fault we argued. I suppose it was. I hated seeing him so upset, looking at me with hurt eyes. I hate causing him pain—and yet sometimes I desperately want to hurt him, and I don’t know why.
He said I came home in a horrible mood. That I marched upstairs and started screaming at him. Perhaps I did. I suppose I was upset. I’m not altogether sure what happened. I had just gotten back from the park. I don’t remember much of the walk—I was daydreaming, thinking about work, about the Jesus picture. I remember walking past a house on my way home. Two boys wer
