The anger continues to rise inside me.

“No. You’re saying nothing and we are leaving before we get kicked out.” I say, trying to not yell, but the anger inside is preventing that.

I get up and storm out, Faith following. By the time we get back to the hotel, pack, and start driving back home we still hadn’t said a word. We are leaving a few days early so no one back at home knows. But I don’t care. I need to get away from Faith, to calm down.

We pull into her drive way. “Here. Now leave.” I say, still looking forward.

“Listen, Bernard, I am sorry. I know I did something I shouldn’t have but you don’t have to go off yelling at me in public! Bernard Michael look at me!” She yells.

“Don’t you ‘Bernard Michael’ me, Faith Christine! I have a right to be mad!” I yell back. Anger obviously raging in both of us.

We stare at each other for some minutes and then she storms out of the car, slamming the door. Once she gets to the house door she stops, looks back at me, and walks in the house.