By kate
Date: 27 November 1998

smothering

I closed my eyes and focused my energy on keeping the blush from rising to my cheeks.  
Whether it came from anger or embaresment, I can't say for sure.  I had no valid reason
to feel either.  I wanted to hide somewhere, because I was sure my face broke my silence
more than yelling ever could.  If he would have looked - he'd have seen it - maybed he did,
and was sorry he had seen.  And being able to foget - he did.