Resent, Reject, Regret
“I’m going to ask you one question, and I need you to answer me honestly. That piano teacher is visually impaired, isn’t she?”
Julia averted her gaze. “Visually impaired? You mean, like a blind person?”
“Yes. A blind woman.”
Julia laughed mirthlessly. “Come on. How’s a blind person supposed to be anyone’s piano teacher?”
“She’s… an able-bodied person, then.”
“Yeah,” Julia quickly answered, nodding. She could not stop herself from adding, “You’re really out of sorts, Brendan. Why? Did you think that piano teacher is someone you know?”