Ella

The moment Rachel asks the question, I see the signs: George's face tightening, the faintest twitch at the corner of his mouth. His already sour mood is spiraling downward. I can tell; I've known him long enough to recognize the subtle signs of his irritation. He's never handled Rachel's straightforwardness well, and tonight is no exception.

Not that I'm in the mood to feel particularly sorry for him.

"Why do you always have to stir the pot, Rachel?" ...