He had not been confused about what he was doing.

He had done it deliberately, patiently, and with a smile.

The time for him to reconsider had been every single one of those two years, and he had chosen, every single day, not to.

So no, I did not feel I owed him a warning at nine o’clock at night.

He had used up every warning life gives a person long before I ever landed at the airport.

I looked down at my watch.