"Well, what for? What are we doing, anyway?"
"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.
"What for?"
"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.
"What for?"
