Hannah tried to compose herself as she returned the phone to it's cradle on the wall. She heard the slight commotion as Luis's voice mingled with her brother's at the door. Quickly Hannah tried to erase the telltale signs that she had been crying - something he already knew anyhow.
"Hannah?" The door to the kitchen swung open and there he was. His dark eyes looked at her with concern. "What's wrong?"
She knew her face was burning a bright red as she spoke, but she tried not to let her emotions get the better of her. 'Think,' Hannah tried to tell her brain. 'Think of an excuse.'
"Um.. Onions!!" The word was blurted out before she could stop it. "I was - uh - just uh, chopping up some onions, and they - uh - well.. ya know, my eyes. And then I thought I'd give you a call... Maybe we could do something. Watch TV, or.. something?"
The feeling of humiliation swept over her. Onions? Couldn't she have at least come up with something better? Or, at the very least, not have sounded so stupid? Why was this becoming so difficult?
Luis glanced behind Hannah at the spotless kitchen, and eyed her carefully. He knew something was up, but obviously she didn't want to speak of it. He tried to remember what she had said.
'Should I question her about what's bothering her,' he wondered, 'or just ignore it, and let her say something when she's ready?'
Before he could decide, Hannah moved, and flung open a cupboard, pulling out a bag of potato chips. "Let's go watch a movie." She headed towards the door.
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