PERCIE
“You’re still upset with me?” Finally, we got back to our apartment.
She dropped her bag on the couch, her books on the coffee table before she took a seat. Her silence was killing me. I wanted to fix it before this night ended.
“Lee, you have to talk to me.” I sat down on the rug, took off her socks. She didn’t resist.
“I’m just tired.”
“Did anyone bother you while I was gone?”
“Besides those fame-hungry bee-tches? No. I was bombarded by students when I arrived. What’s the big deal?”
I massaged her foot. “It’s a big deal when you went up against Adrian.”
She looked at me. “Massaging my foot, really? That’s how you make up to me after you left me alone?”
“No, Lee.” I shook my head. “I was upset—”
“You mean mad,” she corrected me. "Very mad. Scary mad.
