It has been almost a month. RV has talked to me only twice
since the time I told him the truth. Even when he talked, he wanted me to feel
ashamed and guilty all the time. If I made a joke, he would say that I had to
be very shameless to be still making jokes. That dampened my spirits further.
But the the truth is that the only time I have really been alive in this one
month, was the time I talked to him.
