God, I’m so stupid. I should never have hit you but, God, you made me so mad. With those puppy dog eyes and “I told you I’d be late”. Yeah, you told me Tom, but you didn’t tell me you were gonna be blind drunk and with HIM.

All night I waited for you. Do you know how it feels to worry that someone you care about, hell - someone you love, may not be coming home? May be lying in an alleyway somewhere bleeding out? I had no idea where you were or who you were with! For all I knew you’d gone to meet a contact. Because let’s face it, just recently you’ve haven’t exactly being playing by the book have you Tommy? And me, being the stupid lovestruck fool that I am, believed you when you said you were working, that Fuller had assigned you to a covert operation. Jeez – even now that I know I still want that to be true. I could forgive you anything if you told me it was all for the job but I don’t think you’ll do that will you? Not after last night.

I’m not even sure now which part made me the maddest. Was it that you lied to me about where you were or what you were doing. Cos I know now that you were out in the local dives downtown and I know you were drinking. Or was it that you lied to me about who you were out getting drunk with? Booker? C’mon Tom! What were you thinking? He despises you. He’s never really forgiven you, you must know that. Surely you could see that he’s just using you! He’ll throw you away like a used tissue when he’s finished with you. And where will that leave us?

I’m sorry Tom, I really am but even I can only take so much crap.