I don't know if that's revulsion or shock or what. Sometimes motivations for actions are hard to sense and it's not an exact science. Nodding, stand up and start to get dressed again. I should probably go talk to the police, explain that I set the kid on fire and put him out so Maggie doesn't get in trouble.

"Thank you for listening. And the food," I tell her as I pull my pants back on. "I'll pay you back tomorrow."