My eyes fell again on the lonely dress shoes. Can it be that a man travels to a city and doesn’t hire a prostitute? I wondered. This seemed inexplicable and impossible.
Veto
I had to say no to the horse. Not because I don’t love horses or want them in my life but because I need to leave. I need to be in a different place and I need to be there soon, and saddling myself with another obligation right now wouldn’t be right. I can’t let the running of another being replace my own.