It drives me crazy how that woman runs hot and cold. One minute she’s throwing sass my way, eyes sparkling like she’s enjoying the game. The next minute, she’s mad at me. Even tearful. I’m not saying her emotions are unjustified. I am suggesting it’s hard to predict which emotions are on deck. Emi’s a rollercoaster, and I’m a guy who’s spent most his life aiming for an even keel. She makes my keel decidedly uneven.
