are no longer dependent on this conversation.”
Dennis finally asked the question I had been waiting for.
“What do you want?”
“Kyle.”
His eyebrows lifted.
“I want Kyle to come to my door.”
“I’ll send him over.”
“No.”
Dennis frowned.
“Then when?”
“When he’s ready to mean it.”
He looked at me as though I had made an unreasonable request.
“You have a lawyer, the city council, possibly a newspaper involved, and what you really want is an apology?”
“A genuine one.”
“Not something you make him say.”
Dennis was
