"I can see some of him in you." She whispered as I started past her towards the kitchen.
She was too close.
She saw too much.
"No…there is none of me in him." I sighed as I placed the glass in the dishwasher.
God forbid I leave it in the sink.
"His goodness and his grace…that is all you." She said as she leaned against the counter.
She saw only what she wanted to see.
If she saw the thoughts that were running through my head she would know how wrong she was.
There is no good in me.
None.