Aaron
I'd picked up on a couple of things about Henrietta tonight. A few I had noticed before, like that she got tense often. It was odd because when she spoke of private things such as her childhood in foster care and her mother being found dead in a crack house she seemed fine. It seemed those were the kind of subjects most people would tense up about it. Not Henrietta.
The more time I spent with her something was becoming painfully clear. I really needed to remember to think before just saying what I was thinking around her. She'd tensed up when I let it slip what I loved about her. I caught myself, but judging by her reaction, she caught it too. That she'd tense up a bit over something like that was understandable. But there were other times even prior to that. I hadn't been able to
