I looked at him, really looked at him, and I finally made a decision.
The contempt in his voice hurt more than the answer.
I thought I might cry. Instead, I looked at him, really looked at him, and I finally made a decision.
I nodded.
“Okay.”
Dinner ended. He talked about parking on the drive home.
When we got inside, I slipped off my shoes by the door. He loosened his tie and said, “Don’t spend all night working yourself up over this.”