But my overwhelming reaction was still to be pissed off. He'd been 'talking ' to me through my website, wrote a letter to Malcolm then sat and talked with that whack job for hours about me. I quickly got out of the car as the more I sat there, the angrier I became again.

I walked up the porch stairs fuming as much as I had been at the studio. Part of me had hoped he would be hiding in his room and I could go in mine and do this tomorrow, but now I wanted him to be waiting for me because I'd had it with this whole mess....