D sat across from the table. He looked over his beer glass
with a straight face. “What did you do?”
I squirmed in my chair, “I messed my bow up.”
He sighed, “Beck I told you if you needed something done you
needed to ask Bowman or me.”
“Well Bowman wasn’t exactly an option. I asked, I know, and
you, you were a little absent. What did you want!” I said getting frustrated.
“We had a deal. You broke your promise. You are going to
have to figure out how to fix it yourself.” He said leaning back in his chair.
I sighed, “Fine.”
We sat in silence for awhile. “I mean it Beck. Fix it or I
won’t buy you that new bow.” He said sternly staring me down.
“I got it D. Now can we change the subject?” I took a drink
of my wine and stared at him.
“What do you want to talk about?” He asked.
“Well for starters why you’re being so damn pissy?” I said
setting my glass on the table.
He sighed, “I’m just frustrated.”
“With what?” I asked.
“You.”
I sighed and put my head in my hands.
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