It was his fault. No sense in pretending he hadn’t lied and tricked and messed up.
No apology would ever erase the adultery, the stealing, the using of people. All Errol could do, was run. And he ran.
Yeah, he was a coward. Sure. He was a coward, a liar, and adulterer, list it all, he’d accept it. But being a coward, Errol was not going to stick around for punishment.So, he waited to Friday, left his job with his smile and paycheck in his pocket, stopped at the room his pal Rudy had let him kotch, took his things, jumped on his motorcycle, and was gone.