QUOTE : Clyde swore long and low, making the one syllable word into several. “What in the hell happened in the space of twenty-four hours to make you want to take a plunge into the Mystic River?”<br /><br />“Maybe I wouldn’t have jumped,” I said after a long silence, not knowing what else to say without spilling my whole life story.<br /><br />“You did jump. But that wasn’t the question, Bonnie,” Clyde said softly.<br /><br />“That’s the only answer I’ve got, Clyde.”<br /><br />“Then you and I are gonna have to part ways.”<br /><br />“Say that again.”<br /><br />“You and I are gonna have to part ways,” Clyde repeated firmly, his gaze steely in the murky light.<br /><br />“I like your accent. You don’t say part. You say pat. Say it again.”<br /><br />“What the hell?” Clyde sighed, throwing his hands in the air.<br /><br />“Now that, that didn’t sound very cool,” I said. “You say it just the way I say it. What the hell!” I yelled. “See? Exactly the same.”<br /><br />“I don’t need this,” Clyde muttered under his breath and ran his big hand down his face.