“He seems to have survived your letter,” Lil said.
“If truth be known, I don’t give a damn whether he survived or not. The thing is, I feel better. I’ve been keeping a whole bunch of things bottled up for so many years. It just felt good to get them off my chest. But I’m not done with that bastard yet.”
“Well, for what it’s worth, I thought it was high time somebody told him off—for all the good it’ll do. I think he’s one of those people who are so nasty to the core that they can’t be reached.”
“There goes the curtain, Lil.”
“Right. Let’s enjoy the concert until we read Ridley C. Groendal and find out how lousy it was.”
“Damn!”