“Even after I told you to go away,” she choked.
“Even after you told me to go away.”
“If you only hadn’t come at all!”
“What else was there for me to do?”
“You––you could have gone to that camp with her. She wanted you to go.”
“I told her I couldn’t go there––long before I knew why.”
“You could have gone––oh, there are so many other places you could go! And this is the only place I could go.”
“It’s the only place I could go, too. Honest, it was. I’d have been miserable anywhere else, and––well, you aren’t making it very comfortable for me here.”
It seemed natural to have him blame her for his discomfort when it was all his own fault. It seemed so natural, in the midst of the confusion of all the rest of the tangle, that it was restful.