What happened!?” Henry was almost yelling. The distraught look on her sweet face unsettled him. They had been going at it for over fifteen minutes. Sitting on the car hood, arms folded, she kept her head buried in her chest. He knew how stubborn she could be. They’d been on again, off again, over the years, and that was a big reason why. She wouldn’t talk about some things to him. She left it deep inside, unwilling to share her past. This was another one of those times. He asked her again, cheeks reddening more by the second. “Was it Jimmy? Did he say something perverted to you?” She shook her head back and forth, choking at the sound of the name. “Come on … tell me what is wrong, you’re driving me crazy,” he said, immediately wishing he had not let those words out. “What!” she said, raising her voice and head, mascara running from her eyes. “I’m driving you crazy!?”
