"I didn't 'string you along'," she says quietly. "I made a genuine promise before I went t'Texas. An' the other night.. "

She kicks a barrel lightly, keeping her head turned down. The other night changed things.

"I think we jus' want different things. I can't remember the last time we laughed, Gene. That's what I like about you. But, ever since that night in your room, we jus' fight all the time. An' I'm tired of it. I don't got the heart for it no more."