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“What the hell are you doing, Donny Love?”
I was standing in the front hall, panting from trying to out-manoeuvre the news cameras standing on my front lawn. Allison looked like Judgement Day.
“What do you mean? I just dropped in to visit my parents.” I swallowed nervously as I feigned my innocence.
“How can you keep lying to me? I’ve been watching you on television for the past half-hour. There are clips of you on practically every station. So, Steven’s going to headline a big concert, is he? Steven, who might be dead. Steven, who you haven’t spoken to or heard from in twenty years. You are pathetic, Donny! If you were made of wood, your nose would be twenty feet long right now!”
Allison stormed off into the kitchen.
I felt sick to my stomach. I had visions of her leaving, dragging suitcases out the front door, and never returning.
What could I say to her?
She was right. I was pathetic.
And now there was no way I could tell her about CSIS.
