The Dilemma

"Jesus, Michael, you sure do have a good swing."

I suppose he could have been far more pissed off than he was that I clocked him (and damn-near killed him), but he was surprisingly understanding.

But the part that was very weird is that he proceeded to ask me why we bothered to schedule a staged "break-in" at my apartment for that day if I was just going to attack him anyway.

I had to fess up that I had a "real" break-in a few weeks ago and was still jittery. Truth is, I had no idea that he was supposed to be at my place at all.

And the other thing I couldn't understand was why he had an ID on him that had his picture, but my name. But I figured I couldn't come out and ask him what was up with that.

He rubbed the back of his neck a lot when he was babbling until I finally interrupted him. "So, did you take what you needed before I got to you?"

"Michael, you know I wasn't taking anything. I was putting stuff IN here. Just like the plan. Look, you're acting very strange? Are you sure Janet didn't put you up to this? I'm telling you, there's something about her I don't trust", he said.

"We Michaels have to stick together."