Weremonkey

So, James phoned my mother today - just when I think well, maybe he's gotten tired of this rage and can lick his wounds, real or imagined, alone and quietly. She said he was strangely calm and very inquisitive as to what I was up to and who E.K. is and what he's like. He called her by her first name. That's all she said he really had to say. Spoke to her like he had no idea anything was wrong. I apologized for his behavior dragging her and my father into this.

I'm sure he put on his own new-age Eddie Haskel style face like "Goodness, what could be wrong with our Jules?" or some such odd speak.

What to do. I'm just refusing to reward this behavior with any contact. This is no one's fight.