"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked.
Slowly then, she ran her finger down the side of her glass. "You know what I mean."
"No, I don't."
"Oh, come on, Peter."
He turned to her. "No, Katie, I really don't. Why don't you tell me."
She glanced behind her, to the other tables. "Don't you raise your voice at me."
He took a breath. "I'm not. I just..."
"Oh, stop it. Just think, Peter. Just once...think. Can you do that for me?"
He looked away, past the tables, through the tavern window to the weak winter sunlight.