Perspective
“It’s getting cold kind of early this year, isn’t it?”
Brian glanced up from the menu he was pretending to read before nodding once and going back to staring at the glossy white page. I don’t know why he bothers. We eat at this place all the time and he only orders one of three things. I am at a loss. I can usually get him out of one of his moods, but this is something new. I can’t tell if it is because of what’s going on with me, if he is still upset about what happened at the coffee shop or if it was his own stuff making him clam up, but I am almost done trying to force a little civility out of him. But I can’t snap at him. I won’t. I want him to support me today, but I can’t make him open up to me and it is driving me a little nutty. All kidding aside, I can’t imagine havi
