" Do I look like a robber?" The girl that robbed him didn't look like one either." Can I buy you a cup of coffee and at least talk to you about it?"Wh... not I thought, she was a damned good looking woman and I wouldn't mind staring at her over a cup of coffee. At the table she opened up her purse and took out a wad of cash big enough to choke a horse and said, "See? I don't need to rob you." I just looked at her and she returned the look and said, "Oh, I see. You think I got it from guys like. I would have reached out to console her, but I was made cowardly by my fear of her revulsion of me if I showed myself to her. She was close but not yet ready for that, I knew, and with shamed relief I kept to myself and listened to her soft sobs in the night. My heart broke to hear her despair. I found that I could not tolerate witnessing her grief further and I retreated, far enough away from her that my sensitive ears could no longer hear her sorrow. Soon enough, I would find reason to curse. I told him the basic story of how you were captured, and why you poisoned him. He understands, and he’s not so angry anymore. But the memories slipping through his fingers are driving him mad, and I can’t explain the details to him like you can. You know more about his recent past than anyone – you know he didn’t talk about himself much. Please? He needs you.”Before I could answer, Alistair had one arm around my waist, holding me to him, and one hand covering my mouth, as he began objecting.. She saw everything, she hated him, she was going to tell Mike, he wouldn’t speak to Chris again. Chris’ mind was going over every possible bad outcome and repeating itself over and over again. He had to go. He started up the car and drove home.It was coming up to the next Friday, Chris and Mike weren’t hanging out this Friday night because Mike was at a conference for the weekend. They had spoken during the week but Mike hadn’t mentioned anything about Sarah, or more specifically, the time she.