CARL

The moment I watched Linda storm in my direction, I could already tell that something was wrong. Her expression said more than enough. She panted as she walked, her lips slightly parted with every huff. I dropped the script I was going over and met her in the middle of the set, also bracing myself for whatever might come next.

Arguments with Linda were as feeble as saying how are you? To a child, it could happen anywhere- so shamelessly that I would be bothered enough to breathe a word ...