“What was he thinking? I was a florist, not a licensed PI. So now you’re angry because he asked for your help? How many times have you asked Marco for help? How many times has he gotten you out of jams? Try four times, you ingrate. Now you’re going to walk away and leave him in the lurch? Some friend/potential spouse you are. Hateful conscience. I tried to block out that scolding voice, but I couldn’t because once again it spoke the truth—and because it would never shut up if I didn’t pay attent...ion, which was one of the drawbacks of having a conscience. Was I going to leave Marco in the lurch? Not likely. As much as I wanted to run—not walk—from what was in reality my fear of failure, I would never turn my back on him when he needed me. In all honesty, I was supremely flattered by Marco’s confidence in me, but I was also scared witless. I’d failed miserably at law school. What if I failed Marco? Did I want his fate in my hands? What if he went to prison because I screwed up, which I was often wont to do?MoreLessRead More Read Less
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