That was the problem with girls these days... they just didn't know how to deal with a little pain.
Trisha looked up in surprise to see her guest in the open doorway, barely casting a shadow in the sunlight that streamed in around her.
She reached into her pocket and pulled out her tobac tin, more to annoy her visitor than anything else.
Al's slightly hollow voice positively echoed with embarrassment but he bravely soldiered on...
But the harsh light of early morning sharpens the hard angles of desperation on Al's face so instead Ed smiles, all teeth, and lies, "Of course."