I knew from my couple of hours with them two nights ago that the Irishmen were a lot of fun to be with, constantly cracking jokes and telling funny st...ries; and I was pretty sure that they had a red eye flight to somewhere east in the morning. Their laughing and talking and drinking went on for another forty-five minutes until the three of them got up and walked past me on their way out. One of them, Tom or Tim, who could tell, gave me this sly grin as they walked by, arm in arm in arm, with. You god dam prick! Was Margaret in on this?"I then told her that Margaret was too drunk to know. Stacey said she was going to call Margaret and tell her about it, but I talked her out of it. She kept talking about what we'd done to her, but the thing that she kept saying, like she couldn't get over it, was that another man had fucked her and she had enjoyed it. Needless to say, I didn't get sloppy seconds that night.The next day, I talked to Robert and he asked me how things were. I told him we. Although many years had passed I still felt something akin to hatred towards her. The rage I was already feeling ensured that there would be no chance at forgiveness. I was grateful that Susan didn't see me because I was not sure how she would view the events leading up to the death of her best friend.For the burial I again retreated into the background, trying to stay away from everyone, including my own family. This was something I felt that I could not share, even with them. As the vicar. ..H...hello Brad," she said finally, meekly, as she looked down at the floor. I thought maybe we could just talk about....I mean I don't just want to.....I...I...." "Shut the fuck up, bitch." I ordered. I knew she was playing me somehow. I knew it because it was what she always did. I was not going to let that happen here. She shut up. "Take off your coat, fold it, and put it by the door." "B...b...but, can't I just..." I started to shut the door. "Wait!" she said, and I paused and.