I'm not, [She said, blinking rapidly, her voice tight.] I'm not mad, Steve. I can't be mad.

It's fine, I understand.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have kissed you. [Back at home, that would have been bad news bears.] I should have known you'd never like a girl like me.

[the earth seemed to move a little, small pieces of what looked like gold and silver springing up around them. Oh no. Not now.]