“To begin with, think about this: When did Nancy seem worse to me, before I betrayed myself or afterward?”
“Afterward, for sure,” I said, his question pulling me back to his story.
“Yes,” said Bud, “and when do you suppose sleep seemed more important to me, before I betrayed myself or after?”
“Oh, I guess after.”
“And when do you suppose other interests — like my work responsibilities the next morning, for example — seemed more pressing to me, before I betrayed myself or after?”
Bud paused for a moment.
“Now here’s another question: Take a look again at how I started to see Nancy. Do you suppose that in reality she’s as bad as she seemed to me after I betrayed myself?”
“No, probably not,” I ...