“Why do you look so sad? Wazzup?”
“It’s not a big deal” Mary said staring out the car window. “Family drama, that’s all. My mom’s been sad lately. Some friend she knew died. Kind of unexpected, but I barely knew the guy, so it doesn’t matter.â€?
“How did they know each other?â€?
“We were neighbors back in the city. I met him once. You could tell he was a little… different. War messed with his mind a little. Maybe it wasn’t so unexpected after all.â€?
“How did he die anyway? Was it an accident?â€? She tossed her long hair into her face so he could not read the expression on her face.
“I told you! War did something to him! I don’t want to talk about it.â€?
Derek reached for her hand. It felt clammy, but comforting to touch. “Does it bring back memories?”
She pulled away. “Maybe it does! Ever thought about that! No, I don’t think you have, because you’re too busy playing ‘therapist’ to even consider how it makes me feel!â€? She turned her back towards him so she could look out the window again.