I stared back, struggling to think clearly in spite of his face, to find some way to explain. As I searched for the words, I could see him getting impatient; frustrated by my silence, he started to scowl. I lifted my hand from my neck, and held up one finger. “Let me think,” I insisted. His expression cleared, now that he was satisfied that I was planning to answer.
Made me think of the way people feel angry because they think theyre being ignored when really whoever they are talking to is thibking. Clear communication my friends
