“You think he’s right, but you don’t think we’re doomed.” “What makes you say that?” “Because we just spent minutes talking about your shirt,” Angie said. “If you really thought we were doomed, when I complained about your shirt you would have just picked it up and walked it to the dressing room hamper without a word. You go silent when you’re feeling defeated. You don’t feel defeated. You don’t think we’re doomed.”
