I have to get out of here. As much as I have ideas about teaching myself to tolerate things, I think I’d better cut my losses. It’s very clear to me why John’s contacts often disappear (he says they screw him over): he must piss off most people he comes into contact with. He said last night that he’s the best architect he’s ever met; in that case, I’m sure he has no need of me. But it’s funny, because he can be extremely charming at other times.
So I have used my brother as an excuse. He is supposedly flying into Hyderabad on the 6th and traveling with me after that. I must go and meet him. So sorry. I considered telling them the truth, that it’s just not working out, but I actually fear John’s temper, and the house is a long way from nowhere.
By the way, those of you who read this regularly may have noticed that I’ve changed the names. Just being careful.