“You already tried once to walk when you thought you were getting in the way of my swimming.” “You’re fighting with your teammates. Your coach. You just walked out of practice,” I pointed out. “I am getting in the way.” “You never asked me to choose.” My eyes flared, indignant. “I would never.” He cocked his head. “Why?” I sucked in a breath. “What kind of question is that?” I demanded. How offensive.
