““Go away. Go live out your gnat's existence." "But we're not done!" Her eyes lolled back to me. "Yes, we are." "But--I don't know how it ends!" And now I remembered something else. "Or what it has to do with me - you said this story was ultimately about me. What does this have to do with me?" "What does this have to do with me?" she mimicked. "Can't you do anything but think of yourself? Go home." "But how can I--" "Go." "I don't know--" "GO!" She screamed it, lunging across the table at me. I bolted up, stumbled back, knocking over my chair. She screamed again. "GO!””
