He acknowledged her comment with a shrug, “I’m more concerned the press have completely wrong information versus our version of the truth.”
“Will this be the normal for our entire lives or was this just so you can control the press?”
He regarded her carefully and spoke softly after sipping his drink, “why are you so angry?”
She gave a wry twist of her lips, “am I? I can’t call how I’m feeling angry. I know I’m not happy. I’m not pissed off. I’m not ambivalent either. I’m sorting through it. I will say what I am feeling is surprised.”
“I know you weren’t expecting me to do an interview.”
“You’re right. I wasn’t. How could I know? It’s not as if we’d communicated at all in the hours before you did the interview.”
He saw the pink tint to her cheeks and realized she was upset, and he nee
