I had hoped Crew's temper would have been reduced to a soft simmer by the time morning rolled around. But my tentative text, backed by embarrassed regret I'd reacted the way I had, was met with nothing.

Okay then, silent treatment it was. Grrr.

But when lunch came and went with no response-me refraining with the kind of epic restraint that meant agonizing emotional turmoil on my part I could barely function around let alone think through-I finally did the ...