Chapter 18

“I’d like to apologize,” I said.

He didn’t respond. Then he nodded and, after placing the meal on the table, turned and left the room.

* * * *

There was something about his non-reaction that kind of got to me. I interpreted it as his being genuinely hurt, and now, rather bizarrely, it struck me that his reaction was completely reasonable. He had, presumably—I wasn’t totallysure, but it seemed reasonable—rescued me from my mortal peril, and nursed me back to health—

Wait a minute!I thought. Something—

And now it hit me at last: he had been in the parking lot, he had something to do with the gym. I remembered that deep voice, that accent. He had been the guy who had tried to stop me from leaving by the back door!

“Wow!” I thought, as I sat on my bed.