Ellen’s fore-finger traced the flowered pattern on her summer skirt. “You have to talk to me, Frank.”
He leaned forward, a white-knuckled stranglehold on the steering wheel.
“We can’t dance around this any longer.”
He flicked a cursory glance towards her. “Chill, it’s no big deal.”
She pressed her lips together. “Chill?”
“Must you analyze everything to death?”
“Is it a cocktail party or a dinner? I have to know…what to wear, Frank.”
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