She had of course, kept working. He liked to think she would have moved under the table to continue her task if a gun battle had broken out, but he wasn't sure.
But not all scars showed, did they?
Uh - do you want to do it outside? "Frequently. Oh, you meant the wedding. That, too.
I see you. I will be careful with the places that hurt.
What?" She drew herself up, stern as a cat presented with the wrong food for dinner.
Regrets are the most useless form of guilt. They always arrive too late to do any good.