01-05-07| 10:57 am
We climbed into the car. I have not told her that I've been smoking, although she knows. I tossed empty cigarette packs into the back seat an effort to make room for her. We both looked at them, waited for the other to speak. Waited for the other to start the fight.
We didn't. I don't know what this means for us; we are uncaring? we are moving on?