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“Answer me!” He almost shouted, grasping her arms and shaking her, “Can you please just answer me?”
He draped his coat over her shoulders and helped the redhead into his car.
She pressed the coat firmly back on him, pulling her cloak back close around her body. She didn’t put the hood back up, but kept it huddled around her throat, and seemed tense and nervous until he got in the car. Light fingertips brushed over the dials and knobs of the stereo and air systems, and a faint frown creased her forehead.
He smiled. “So, you’re unable to speak? If I give you a sheet of paper, can you write on it to speak?”
She looked at him and frowned more deeply, her expression a little annoyed. She held up one finger, and nodded, then another finger, and nodded again.
He dug a paper out of the visor and handed her a pen. “Tell me why you’ve been following me.”
She spread the paper against the dashboard and wrote in careful lettering, ‘you taste different. I want to know why’.