Indignation

“Quoi? You’re not making any sense, mon gars.” My former boss gawked at me. “We just wanted to make sure you’re okay —”

“Make sure I’m okay? Make sure I’m fucking okay?!” I bellowed. “Explain yourselves! Fucking explain this shit right now! Why are you here together? Have you always known each other? Was this your idea of a fun little prank? Were you two laughing at me this whole time? At me, the sorry idiot who couldn’t see your sick joke for what it was?”

Mr. Tremblay gritted his teeth. “I have no idea what you’re going through right now. I’m sure I could not possibly understand the follies going on upstairs in a true artist’s dome. But you will never speak to me or my daughter like that ever again. Understood?”