I've hated him all these years. I've hated him for keeping her even after his death. Williams squinted at Simpson. Simpson looked up quickly. I suppose you're going to tell me I don't understand the language of the soul.
Intentions are just as important.
Williams' voice took on an edge. Doing the right thing for the wrong reason isn't a true act of love. He grabbed Williams by the shoulder, causing the glass of wine to fall. Both men watched as the red liquid spread over a quarter of the white satin's surface. Simpson's voice quivered.