Carol asks, breaking the silence looming over the dinner table. Carol is seated at the head of the table, across from Will. Mary is next to me, and MJ is sitting across from me. Will has a quiet, somber look on his face, as does Mary. MJ’s eyes are keen, taking it all in. Will hasn’t looked at me since the incident at the factory. Why does this always happen? I guess men haven’t changed much. Is he mad at me? Threatened? Coming back to the moment, I realize Carol is still expecting an answer. “Lily...Lily?” I tear my eyes away from Will to see Carol’s showing concern. As I open my mouth to respond, Will interjects. “Doc said it must be an injury to the head, nothing serious. Lily must have bumped her head when she fainted.” He finally looks at me, suppressing a smirk. He’s not scared, or threatened. No, that’s not it. Then it hits me. Pride.
