I don’t think I had ever used the word “loathing” in a sentence before, but that was the word that came to mind when I was trying to decipher the vibes these two were putting off. Disappointment, sure—a very adult position as they both knew me as a pretty decent kid from a really good family; severe disapproval, if they assumed I was part of the robbery, of course; some degree of disgust, even, if they believed I had turned my back on my upbringing and shamed my family, fair enough.
But, but loathing, and a barely concealed anger along with a very real sense that they seriously wanted to knock me around for a while before throwing me in the back of their transport car. I looked at the one who used to go out with my sister and said, “Hey Reggie. Long time, no see.”
He gave me a stone-face
