Henry shook his head, exhaling heavily.
“How long are we going to play this game?” he asked.
“Game?” I echoed.
“Yes, Rosie.”
“I wasn't playing any games.” I murmured, glancing at the floor.
“Then why wouldn't you hand me the books?”
“It's…”
He exhaled heavily, scratching his head.
“Christ, Rosie, just hand me the damn books, will you?”
Stupid…....