Carrie looked up at the ceiling and ran her hands through her hair. She had been married at eighteen and was headed for a divorce at nineteen. It wasn't fair, it felt entirely wrong.
"Dick..." Carrie kept her gaze away from him. She looked instead up at the ceiling, then down at the floor, then at the dead television. "I think I need to go." She needed to get her head straight and she couldn't do that here. She probably wouldn't be able to really think anything over for a few days.