THOSE WHO SUFFER LOVE
We sit in the station at the end of a week fraught with almost constant tension, a thousand unanswered questions, and I say, 'My friends are very suspicious of you.'
You frown as you roll your cigarette.
'They think someone else is happening than what's happening. They don't think I've told them all of what's going on.'
You smile, 'Well, I doubt that you have.'