"Why do all the records she has are gay??"
Tinsley implored, going through the record collection of Madison that was inside the car.
She did not want to listen to the radio but some sweet songs and here none were the right ones to play in the morning.
Kian shrugged in response having no idea why so Madison ever owned only records that sang gaily.
"Could she be...??"
Tinsley suddenly dropped that and Kian turned his head to look at his wife, having a funny expression on her face...a look of confusion and shock.
Yet he did not give a word response and just shook his head in negative indicating he had no clue...none at all.
Tinsley kept the record back in their place. There was nothing to play anymore but sulk in silence.
But she was happy at least she and Kian were back to talking terms again. He seemed more livelier than before.
