The reply came via email. It sat in my inbox for a about an hour before I mustered up the balls to open it. I closed my eyes while I double clicked. I scanned through it once, then a second time, then I took a deep breath and read it. Then I became a bit tearful.
The old man did not go befok. He actually seemed to be rather sad and supportive. Thank God.
He even said if I fall on my face, he would be willing to take me back. Aint that nice.
Now I feel bad.