...We’re working with paint today and I pick the easel next to Jake’s. It thrills him.
“What do you want?”
“I want to apologize if you’re offended by the way I am,” I tell him. “But that’s the way I am with everyone. I was just trying to make you feel welcome.”
“That’s the crappiest apology I’ve ever heard.”
“Well, that’s because I’m not really sorry.”
He rolls his eyes. “Right.

Auteur: Courtney Summers