Lost II

"What?"

"I'm a man, Elma, not some moron. I can read the signs of a female who is earnestly in need of me."

"But I do not need you!" Elma half -yelled then lowered her eyes to find that her hand had formed into a fist. It was already embarrassing enough for her to have gone there to demand an explanation for him bailing out twice yesterday. He did not need to add to that by being so darn brutish. 

"Miss Gray, did you just yell at me?"

"Yes! And I will do it all over again if it allows you to see that my reason for coming at all is not for the sick reason you have concocted in your mind. I am not after you. Not for love, and certainly not for money like some crazy blonde-haired woman accosted me for yesterday!"