Arlene S Bice
So we could have argued because I knew he was in the wrong, even though he explained it to me exactly as he saw the situation. He repeated it over and over as if that would make it all clear to me and how he saw it was the only way. I kept quiet and let my mind run around the whole story he was telling me with such passion and earnestness pouring out of his expressions and the words he used so carefully.
There were a couple different choices before me that I was pondering to use in my answer to him as he waited and paced in circles so impatiently. Caution, I was using extreme caution searching for the words I wanted to use to convey my thoughts without crushing his enthusiasm. No longer could I hold out or keep my thoughts from him because he would be frothing at the mouth if I waited any longer before saying something that would nurture him without my needing to be RIGHT.
Afterthought: so many people in the cemetery swore they were right.