She drove to Jason’s house still feeling like she’d made an idiot out of herself. She was embarrassed and a little hurt that he had yelled at her at the party. It had caused her to clam up. She wanted to explain but the words wouldn’t come. It really didn’t matter anymore. She’d made one big mistake after the other. She rang his bell nervously. He was in his wheelchair when he answered. “Hello.” She said. “Hi.” She came inside and placed her purse on the chair. “My crutches are still in Link’s van.” He explained. “I was just having breakfast.” She followed him into the kitchen. He was eating a bowl of Cheerios and had already made coffee. She sat down. “No coffee?” He asked. “My stomach is still a bit queasy.” “Yeah,” he ate and pretended to read the paper; at a loss for what to say to break the chill that had developed between them. He just didn’t understand why she had to go off with those guys. That’s what just didn’t make sense to him.
