Chapter 182 I Wish Tomorrow Would Never Come
- “Oh! I forgot to tell you my little secret about Margaret,” Iverson thought, shaking his head, “Her first love was with a gardener when she was in high school. I remember one night I saw her and the gardener...”
- “Shut up, Iverson!” I yelled at him. “I don't want to hear any more of your nonsense!”
- “It's true, I'm not lying.” He looked up at me intently. “I saw the gardener fucking her!”