He knew her well. Too well, maybe. "I just need to figure out what to do," she said. Her voice was very soft. "I just need-" the end of the sentence hung lamely in the air. She needed air. Space. To get away for a little while.
She wanted nothing else than to go back a few minutes and unlearn this news. But that wasn't possible. Dick had a point. Marriage wasn't too terrible when you didn't know about it. But now that it was out in the open, the weight of it was resting heavily on her shoulders. "I was eighteen," she blurted. "You're my first real boyfriend."