Night is, of course, a relative fucking term, but we were still thinking in terms of day and night at that point. When we got back to the apartment building, Russ and I apologized to each other one more time. Then we both apologized to Christy for upsetting her. I felt terrible about reacting that way to them both. I was emotionally exhausted, still scared, and feeling guilty about the woman and her baby. Russ excused himself and went upstairs to get something to eat, and Christy and I returned to our apartment for some alone time. In this case, “alone time” meant arguing about the car some more, which, after our anger faded, eventually led to a cautious, hushed discussion about the strange surge of emotions that had led to me giving it away. Christy admitted to experiencing the same weird malaise that I had felt. She also confessed that she’d been thinking that if the woman was so intent on killing herself and her baby, then Russ and I should have quit trying to talk her out of it and let her get down to business instead.
What do You think about Darkness On The Edge Of Town?
