But telling you what's going on beneath my skirts is my favorite. What have I done to be denied. I have some great new ones.

[She sniffles again and slowly lets him raise her head to look at him. She feels so tired. So exhausted that she wishes he would let her put her head down. But she does her best to keep her expression neutral.]

Perhaps I'm coming down with something.

[She... probably isn't. But it's better than admitting the load of feelings swarming in her stomach.]