I said, trying to tease, but he turned to me with a look that stopped just short of being fury. “I said no, can’t you understand?” he cried. I might have taken it better if he had been sorry immediately, stumbled all over himself with an apology for the terrible thing we had seen and for the conclusions we were all drawing. Instead he glared at me, and I glared right back. “Of course I understand,” I said coldly. “Good night, Nick.”
