HARLEY: And He Will Be Pissed!

My heart skipped a deadly beat. 

I stood, staring at the man I'd known my whole life, pointing a pistol at me like he was ready to end my life at that very moment. Was he even the Olive I'd known from childhood? 

"You look like you've seen a ghost," Olive said to me with a humorous smile on his face.  

"I asked, "What are you doing, Olive? Why?"

He shrugged. "You remember how mean you were to me the last time you came? Yeah, I really hated that." 

"What?" My face scrunched in disbelief. "Are you kidding me? People fight all the time, we just had a little misunderstanding. And I was in a bad mood. Is this why you are standing there, pointing a gun at me?" 

"Not exactly." He shook his head. "But it is part of the reason."  

I deeply frowned at him. "Part of the reason? What could I have possibly done to you to make you want to go this far? We are friends, what is wrong with you?"