She: Tomorrow.
(Sigh again and pat her hand on the rail, leaving your hand over hers when the patting is finished.)
You: Don’t you think people ought to be broadminded about some things?
She: I guess so. What things?
You: Oh, different things.
She: Sure.
(Emboldened, you put your arm around her. She starts away.)
She: No, don’t.
You: Why?
She: It’s wrong. You ought to be ashamed.