“What’s the big beef?” he said. “What’s eating you?”
For a moment she was quiet. Then she said, “I’m tired of waiting.”
“Waiting? For what?”
Her eyes drilled him. “You know.”
He looked away from her. “Hell,” he muttered. “Are we gonna start that again?”
“I want it settled once and for all,” Bella said. “We getting married or ain’t we?”
He took a final pull at the cigarette and flipped it into the street. “I don’t know yet.”
“What do you mean, you don’t know? What’s holding you back?”
He groped for an answer, and couldn’t find any. His shoulders were hunched, his folded arms pressing on his knees as he scowled at the pavement.
“Why shouldn’t we get married?” Bella demanded. “We go for each other, don’t we?”