Wednesday, January 25, 2017
The Following Day, Shortly Before Noon
After admitting that he was certainly partially responsible for what went down the day before, he abruptly turned around and walked away.
Later that night he sat out on the deck, cigar in one hand, drink in another, and wondered to himself how the hell it had all become so complicated.
He pondered that at least half the night before deciding that it was just kismet, and then went to bed.