“I have to tell you something. You remember Mike?”
“I don’t think I want to hear this.”
“I know. I don’t… Look… He came to visit me. Last weekend.”
“Isn’t he from Texas?”
“Yeah. I invited him.”
“What’s wrong with you?”
“That’s what I was trying to find out.”
“Huh?”
“That’s what I was trying to find out. Whether it was my fault, or yours.”
“My fault?”
“That I never come. Mike said they always do with him."
“So... is it my fault?”
“No.”
“I can’t… what happens now?”
“Now? You forgive me.”
But of course, I never really did.