I like scenes like this: First, I’m told that (s)he knows I have done something wrong; my behavior necessitates some kind of reprimand. But (s)he understands – we all make mistakes. Maybe there’s something I can do to help sweep this situation under the rug. Mum’s the word.
I’m smarter than (s)he bargained for, however; I’ve got dirt, too. After relishing every sting and burn of my supposed punishment, I turn the tables. I, too, have a strong hand and a desire to play.
I don’t think we’re quite finished here, I say, and smile. It’s going to be a while.