"You‘ve been meeting these kinds of key people at critical junctions
of your journey, to move you along because it‘s their nature to use people
and throw them away, just like you do."
"Such as?"
"What was the fellow who ran Scarlet Productions like?"
I took a moment to edit my expletives, before I said, "He was
ambitious, vindictive, loved control, and always had to be right—but he
was a good father and provider," I added to not seem too lopsided.
"This is the man who defrauded you out of earned money, deceived
you out of a partnership, and then to be rid of you used a reparable
transgression to deprive you of your livelihood in Toronto?"
"Okay, he was a fucking dickhead."
Bonnie stared, waiting for me to make a connection.
I didn‘t, so she did.
"You had just finished being shaped by your wars; you had all of the
negative programming in place, but you lacked the opportunity to display
it. He was you, moving you along to me."
I withheld my sneer long enough to reassess the possibility that I
would kill for any reason.
_____Essential Flaws_____
"In time," she continued as if she was speaking to a plant across the
room, "three of the four categories of personality types will become
assumptions of the way you look at people, most of whom will give
themselves away through three common personality flaws." She faced me
again, apparently finished with whatever had taken her attention away.
"These flaws are categorized as the pious, the bigot, and the obsessed."
"Three types of average people, three crappy flaws, got it. Before you
go on, you‘re not saying these are the only flaws we have?"
"Correct. I am saying that the most prevalent among mankind‘s
behavioural aberrations fall into three types." She held up one finger for
each as she said, "The pious agree without assessment, and feel they
always know what's going on. The bigot thinks he is always correct, so he
ignores what he doesn‘t understand. The obsessed can‘t decide which way
to go, because they can‘t ignore or accept events entirely." She lowered
her hand and with an effort kept a straight face, which was akin to
laughing at me.
I didn‘t have to ask, because we had been down this road the day
before: I was the bigot, always having to be correct, and too many times to
