I was getting so frustrated. I was getting nowhere. She sat there, immobile, staring straight ahead. This didn't make any sense. Why was she even there if she was that pissed at me? She didn't have to show up today. Was I dense?

I reached out to her, grabbing her shoulder, turning her to face me. She tried to force my hands away, and twisted away from me, facing out the opposite window.

"Don't you put your god-damn stinking hands on me, you pig." She hissed.

Then I did something really stupid. I slid across the seat, my back against hers, and wrapped her tightly in my arms. She struggled...