Doing crazy

           “Morgan, don’t do anything crazy,” he whispered.            I looked at him and the anger rose up in my chest.  It rose higher and higher and then welled over and made me feel mean.  I bit my tongue a little.  A small frustrated laugh escaped my lips.            “Ha.  Crazy?” I said locking eyes with him.             He stared back at me, saying nothing.            “What’s crazy is the way you act.  Now that’s crazy,” I said through a clinched jaw.