Daisy

His words are still ringing in my ears an hour later.

"Are you hungry?" he asks, coming into the bedroom where I'm busy folding clothes and finding a place to put them. 

I've been in here, hiding, because I wasn't sure how to deal with the disappointment that curled in my stomach at what he said. It's been sitting there, right below the surface, fighting to get loose. If I were the type of woman who enjoyed conflict, I'd have yelled like a Jerry ...