She lingers in the bathroom for a moment when he storms out on her, staring at the pink stained terrycloth.

Arms crossed over her middle, she reenters the room at length. Standing in the center, she stays quiet while he speaks. He's not shouting, but still the words ring in her ears.

She looks down briefly.

"Bill, I'm sorry y'got pulled into this. I can't 'magine just what kinds of memories you..."

She stops short, shaking her head once.

"I don't mean no disrespect to you, you gotta know that. But you don't understand."