<http://schema.org/articleBody>
" Yesterday, I got a call from Sis. Chai had shown up at her doorstep all swollen-eyed and weepy. She told her that she hadn&amp;#039;t slept in days because she was so traumatized by the events of last week.  &amp;quot;Donatela was drunk and depressed,&amp;quot; I tried to explain. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m sure if she saw Chai now she would apologize.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Oh, she&amp;#039;s not upset at Donatela. I mean, she feels sorry for her and thinks she&amp;#039;s a crazy psycho bitch, but that&amp;#039;s not what sent her off the deep end.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;What&amp;#039;s the problem, then?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;You, Zach. What you said to her that night.&amp;quot;  I tried to play back the events in my head, but it was all just a crazy clawfest. Honestly, I can barely remember what happened 10 minutes ago, let alone a few days ago. But Sis was all too happy to remind me.  &amp;quot;You told Donatela there was no sense in killing Chai, because it would be just as satisfying to see the look in her face when she took all her inheritance in court. That was really mean.&amp;quot;  No, that was really true. But, in retrospect, maybe a tad inappropriate. I told Sis that I only said it to diffuse the situation. &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s not like I meant it or anything.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Yeah, well, it really hurt Chai. And she was furious that I didn&amp;#039;t come to her defense. To be honest, I don&amp;#039;t even remember you saying it. But that doesn&amp;#039;t matter. What&amp;#039;s important is that you two get together and work it out. Chai says she really needs to talk to you one on one, but she&amp;#039;s too upset to set up the conversation on her own.&amp;quot;  If I didn&amp;#039;t love Sis so much, I would tell her to kiss my ass, but I could tell this was important to her so I agreed to the meeting. Thankfully, Mike&amp;#039;s psychiatrist said he was safe to be alone now. Maybe not overnight, but for at least a few hours a stretch. So I set off to Sis&amp;#039;s house to get this whole making-up-with-Chai thing over and done with.  When I got there, Sis answered the door with a grave look on her face. She asked me to sit on the couch and I waited patiently, while listening to her and Chai whisper to each other in the kitchen. Chai came out. Her hair was pulled tightly to her head, making her skinny, angular face look skeletal. Sis followed behind, handbag over her shoulders. She told us she was going for walk, leaving me and the humiliated heiress alone.  Chai launched right in, &amp;quot;I want you to know that I was really offended by what you said about me the other night. Despite my lot in life, I am not the spoiled little princess you think I am. I never asked to be born rich. It is my karma. My burden. If I could give it all away, I would.&amp;quot;  I started to speak, but she held up her hand. &amp;quot;Let me finish. I also want to thank you. Yes, thank you. Due to your awful and vile impression of me, I have been awoken from a long and horrible nightmare that has lasted most of my adult life.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Look, you don&amp;#039;t have to do this. I&amp;#039;m sorry for what I said. It was wrong and insensitive.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Let me finish. I have just wired three million dollars to your sister&amp;#039;s bank account. She doesn&amp;#039;t even know it yet. She and her kids could use the money a lot more than I can. Tomorrow, I am going to Darfur. I don&amp;#039;t know when I will be back. Maybe never. Your sister will try to give the money back. She&amp;#039;ll try to get rid of it somehow. You must not let her. You are hearing it from me firsthand that I want her to have that money. Do you understand? &amp;quot; &amp;quot;I really don&amp;#039;t think it&amp;#039;s my place to be a part of this.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;You&amp;#039;re the only one she&amp;#039;ll listen to. The money is for her. She must not try to give it back to my family. You can&amp;#039;t let her.&amp;quot; "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
<http://www.redbookmag.com/love-sex/mens-perspective/a2283/diary-he-102007/>