He was so careful.
He had made mistakes, he said. The two previous times.
On one occasion, he was too fast, and on the other, he was too nice. He let the girl live.
With me, he needed everything to be perfect.
He had a daughter, he told me, and a sick wife.
She was supposed to get better, and then she didn’t.
And now she was dying.
Soon, he’d be the only one left to take care of his kid.
He couldn’t afford to make mistakes.
He had to be there for her, he told me. She was such a smart kid. It was unbelievable, what a great kid she was.
She deserved to have one parent left to take care of her.
So things with me had to work out. There would be no messing up, with me.
I think he’d tell you it all went according to plan.