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"I don't know what to say. . . . " What there was to his voice slowly trailed off into nothingness. |
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Cappy suddenly realized that in addition to being surprised that Harvey hadn't disappeared into the early predawn gray of the Saint John's morning, she was even more angered by his presence. She did a quick assessment of the situation and decided on the appropriate dialogue. She huffed and brushed past him, heading for the sink. Step one was to make it painfully apparent that she was upset. |
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Harvey watched her out of the corner of his eye. "You're angry. I guess I must have gotten out of line last night." |
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The stage was set. Cappy wheeled, one hand perched on her hip, the other holding the half-full glass percolator pot. "Yes, Mr. Klinger," she snapped, "you do have reason to apologize. You did get out of line. In fact, you were just awful." |
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Harvey's indolent blue-gray eyes masked his true feelings. "I'm really sorry. I guess I must have had too much to drink." |
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Cappy was determined to play out the scene. First came the moist eyes, then a little tremble to the lips and a slight tremor in the hands, followed by the hopeless sag of her young body against the old cast-iron sink. "I didn't feel good, and you knew I had too much to drink. I never drink that much. I |
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