There he was. Yesterday all came back to me. It was my proclivity to keep my sangfroid as he headed my direction. Maybe by making an attempt to pretend as if yesterday never occurred , the healing of ourselves could be expedited, or I could expiate for the actions I committed and he for what he did. Does he abominate me for what I did? Oh, dear! Here he comes! Here he is! He began with circuitous small talk, and we both were straining. I inadvertently began to commiserate his awful situation, and I realized the matter was of tenuous significance. I was not going to wheedle my way out of this, so I put my hand on top of his to end his drivel. Then I said "Please forgive me."