My Only Story. Deon Wiggett

I can without slandering Willem. I do not quite say, ‘I think Willem raped his way through a bunch of your classmates,’ but I do hint at it, and heavily.

      On the other end of the line, it has gone quiet. He is reading between the lines, right? Right?

      Finally, I say: ‘Um, you do know what I’m talking about, right?’

      He answers immediately: ‘Of course I know what you’re talking about. What do you want to know? I can tell you everything.’