"Why did you come back?" I asked.
He smiled. "It didn't seem right to leave you here by yourself. I be
sorry. I think I underestimated you. Be that Jimmy Dentremont outside?"
"You're not mad?"
"No. I ben't angry. I understand why you couldn't tell me."
For some reason, I started crying and couldn't stop. The tears ran down
my face. "I'm sorry," I said. "I'm sorry."
The front door signal sounded then and Mr. Kutsov answered the door.
A green-uniformed policeman stood in the doorway. "Daniel Kutsov?" he
asked.
Instinctively, I shrank back out of sight of the doorway. I swiped at
my face with my sleeve.