Avi yanked himself from the memory of his suicide attempts and looked squarely at Carol.
“So no, Carol,” he said, “my stuttering was not the cause of my problems. Rather, I carried a heart at war—a heart at war with others, myself, and the world. I had been using my stuttering as a weapon in that war and had gotten myself into a place where I was seeing and feeling crookedly and self-justifyingly. That was my problem. And I wasn’t able to find my way out of it until I found my way out of my need for justification.”
“How?” Carol asked, her voice barely more than a whisper.
Avi smiled at her. “That, Carol, will be our topic for tomorrow.”
“You’re going to leave it at that?” Lou asked Avi. “You just told us you tried to commit ...