"Susan Blackwood." Richard's patience had run out, frustration etched on his face. "Didn't you say your stomach hurt? Yet you've got so much energy to pick fights. If you're fine, I'll have someone take you home."

Susan clung to his arm, squeezing out a few tears. "It hurts… it hurts so much."

I couldn't bear to stay longer. I turned to Richard and said, "When you have time, please give me a call."

There are some things I don't want to drag out any further.

Although ...