As I drove home, I reminded myself not to apologize when I walked into the house. I had not given a time; I was not late. But it was 10:30, and I had just spent four hours with friends on Pete's suggestion, and I felt bad. I felt like I had betrayed someone or something, that I was wrong and needed to say I was sorry. When I got home, the boy was asleep, and Pete was editing video in the kitchen. All was well.
I didn't apologize.