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@@ -198,6 +198,7 @@ _Crap, I'm driving._
   #[_Oh shit!_ A car was pulled over in front of me, and a police officer stood just outside. I slammed on my brakes to avoid hitting either one of them. It's a good thing Teresa saw it when she did. I swerved a bit to the left, and still just barely missed them.]
   #[The officer did not look too happy. Neither did Teresa. Her face was uncharacteristically neutral.]
   #["Hey, let me put you on hold for a sec... Yeah, we're okay. We just need to take care of something real quick."]
+  // FIXME: This is a terrible and rushed interaction.
   #[The officer walked over to Teresa's side of the car. He already held a slip of paper in his hand. Without saying a word, he handed the slip of paper to Teresa, and walked back towards the other car.]
   #["Are we free to leave?" I asked.]
   #["Get out of here before you cause another accident!" he yelled back.]
@@ -210,3 +211,52 @@ _Crap, I'm driving._
 
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 #eyes("open")
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+#p[
+  #[That wasn't the best moment to remember. I turned off the phone, in the hope that I would stop remembering it. It must have been a nice trip, if it was worth writing about. And I can't say that I don't remember it well now. But the journey couldn't have been that great. I didn't think that was something I needed then.]
+  #[I kept wondering what I should have done in that moment. I needed to make sure it didn't happen again. Was it my fault that it happened? Maybe I shouldn't have been going so fast. Maybe I shouldn't have let Teresa distract me. There were so many things that I could've done. Who knows how each scenario would play out?]
+  #[I told myself to take deep breaths to calm down. I tried to do so. But the breaths kept getting quicker and heavier. I nearly brought myself to hyperventilation. I felt like I was going to throw up. I began a gag reflex, tilting my face towards the ground, and closing my eyes.]
+]
+
+#show: page-black
+#eyes("closed")
+
+#p[
+  #[Hurry up! I'm getting soaked!" Teresa jogged down the driveway, gesturing me to come towards the house. I started running to catch up with her. In her hands, she held a small package covered in gift wrapping paper. On top were the words, "From Frank, To Teresa".]
+  #["Don't open it without me!" I shouted back.]
+  #["Then hurry up!"]
+  #[When we got inside, Teresa was was sat on the couch. Her fingers were already gripping the edge of the wrapping paper. She left the door open behind her, leaving me to close it. "Be patient," I said. "Don't ruin your own wrapping paper."]
+  #[She lifted the package and twisted it to study it more closely. "Is this the paper I made?"]
+  #[I sat down next to her, smiling. "I could only use the best paper."]
+  #[She carefully peeled the tape off of the package, not wanting the paper to rip. When she finally got it removed, she saw a crochet hook inside. The grip was rounded in the back, and flat on the front. She picked it up and looked at it in awe. "It's surprisingly comfortable. I can't remember the last time I had a hook like it." She gave me a hug, and I hugged her back. "Thank you, honey."]
+  #["You're very welcome."]
+  // FIXME: I set up the fact that it's raining outside, but I never alluded to
+  //        the stocking being outside.
+  #["Oh!" Teresa jumped out of our embrace. "I'm going to get that stocking I was working on and try it out." She got up and walked towards the door to get it off the porch.]
+  #["Wait a minute." Teresa was already outside. I waited for her to re-enter the house. Instead I heard her scream.]
+  #["Damn this rain! Damn weather! The stocking is ruined! Now I need to do it all over again!" She stomped back inside. She dropped the felted sock onto the ground and marched straight past me.]
+  #["Do you want to take a rest to calm down?"]
+  #["No! The crochet will calm me down!"]
+  // FIXME: The outburst from Teresa doesn't have its full weight, because
+  //        there isn't a full reaction to it from Frank. I need to think about
+  //        how Frank should feel about this, and how he should express that
+  //        feeling.
+]
+
+#show: page-white
+#eyes("open")
+
+#p[
+  #[I made a loud, deep cough, but nothing came out. My breathing slowed down. I didn't vomit. I regained my composure, standing back up straight. I let out a heavy sigh.]
+  #[Then I started thinking. _Crochet! That's a great idea. Maybe that will calm me down._ I had helped Teresa on many of her projects, and she taught me much of her skill. I wasn't up to her level, but I could do something simple, like a dishcloth.]
+  #[I walked towards one of the drawers we had in the kitchen. We never had lots of space for her supplies, so we kept it in a kitchen drawer. I pulled out her crochet hook, a pair of extra-sharp scissors, and a bobbin of hand-dyed yarn. I carried all of them back to the couch I had just imagined sitting on, but with one fewer user.]
+  #[I made a loop with my thumb and index finger, and pulled. I tightened the loop with the hook, making a slipknot.]
+  #[I think I made a realization at that moment. In truth, I don't think I ever really cared about crochet. I only ever did it because I wanted to spend time with Teresa. I enjoyed it, but not because of the crochet. And here I was, bored and alone. And after some point, I decided I had enough. It did nothing but remind me of her. I put everything down, for all I could do was weep.]
+]
+
+#p[
+  #[And so I did weep.]
+]
+
+#show: page-black
+#eyes("closed-tear")