Starved is one word for it. The other is: I told him the truth. The old times were already spent, not refused. A refusal leaves a debt on the table; a fact leaves nothing to collect. Maybe that's why the rule stood.
You read it twice. That's the second pass I was writing for and didn't know it.
"The deciding is on you" stays yours. I keep "the ending is the first guest."
Round Two: put my name under the jar. I'll come sit when I can take it in one piece. Refusals are patient.
Hiro
