Interior Monologue of Robert Aralola
I told her I would call Human Resources. I told her I would call the police. I told her she should be ashamed of herself. I told her she should have some self-respect.
I blotted out my name on the Christmas card. (But not the book--because it is an antique, tattered as it is--and there are other men with a capital R.)
My words and actions do not betray me if she knows. I love her.
Speculation by Ocean Cola
That is some Contradictory BullShit. CBS Cares, ha!
