“Freddie - I was about to tell you everything... my love... please,” she reached out to touch his face. Abruptly he stood up and moved away, leaving her kneeling stupidly on the floor.
His manner was coldly calm. Tears poured down her cheeks. The contrast in their demeanors served to separate her even more from him - from the possibility of explaining to him. If only he would shout or yell. She knew about anger and aggression.
His handsome anguished face stared at her. She sensed a thaw - if only she could get him to listen. She sat down on the sofa and silently questioned his eyes. He answered in a raised voice.
“Tell me - when was I going to know... when I was in jail and you had your next promotion. Would you have fed me some wedding cake through the bars?”
“It’s just not like that.
