“You’re very quiet.”
Wendy roused herself and forced a smile.
“I’m sorry, Donny,” she said, looking away from the window of their cab.
“You could go back home if you’d rather,
you know. I won’t blame you.”
“No! Of course not,” she said.
“I won’t be mad,” he said.
She bit her lip and looked out of the
window again. “I’m just…”
“Missing your kids something awful, I
know,” he said grinning at her. “You should go back home.”
