- Calvin turned his face away from the road toward Galinda.
- “You don't listen, Gale. Do you know how to listen? I never said she wanted to move. I said she moved. Jesus.”
- Galinda did not respond, but observed the pale yellow open fields passing beside the highway. She adjusted her shirt.
- “Why did you wear that? I swear. It's what...the third day in a row you wear the same thing?”
- Calvin ran his eyes over her long sleeves.
- “And when are you getting a job?”
- He shook his head in disgust.
- “You don't cook. You have no friends.”
- He waited for a response that did not come.
- “You're allowed to criticize and you can't take criticism, Gale.”
- She hated it when he called her “Gale.” There ticked twenty minutes before another word emerged.
- “You contradict yourself every five minutes and then tell everyone about their inconsistency. Do you even know that?”
- Calvin silenced himself. He wanted to vent his frustration, not destroy her.
- “It's not the same shirt,” she said finally. “It's very similar to another one.”
- She was unable to look at him, bounding anger slowly making her thoughts inexpressible. The Audi continued rolling along the wide-roaming highway before them. A great many miles promised to make their journey dead-long, granite-hard.
Calvin and Galinda part I (An Internet User Story)