There is no good way to end these things. It was all my fault. Не left town. Moved to London. Also, my fault.

I moved into a tiny studio apartment in a dirty walkup on York Avenue, which I could actually afford myself, and started working on my career. Things got worse for him. Even though I kept hearing about what a great time he was having. Dating some duke’s homely daughter. Everyone forgets that the three years after that were hell for me. Pure hell —I vowed I’d never get into that situation again. It’s terrible to hurt someone like that.