Jane Sampson lay on the bed, her back to James Black, some distance away from him.
"Jane Sampson..." James Black called out to the woman lying on the far side of the bed.
Before he could say anything else, Jane Sampson's voice came first.
"I'm very angry right now, I don't want to talk to you, nor do I want to hear your voice, let alone see your face."
Her voice sounded very aggrieved, slightly trembling, as if she was trying hard to suppress her tears.
James Black had already reached out to pull her back, but he paused mid-gesture.
One could hear it and feel it, she was indeed angry.
James Black also fell silent, thinking about how to appease Jane Sampson.
His gaze remained on the figure of Jane, who lay on her side with her back to him. During the few minutes he spent thinking, she laid there quietly, motionless, and without making a sound.
It was as quiet as if she were asleep, but James Black knew she wasn't.
