Otter Creek My love, she keeps me warm

Rivet made a good argument, though Turquoise would never acknowledge it in her current temper. "At least I tell you that's what I'm doing!" she roared back, the words sounding whiny despite her deep voice. "I walk away before I lose my temper," she argued, which wasn't true in all cases, "for your own good. I don't just—" She gesticulated with wordless anger. "I don't just storm off without a word. I at least tell why I'm leaving and promise I'll be back."

Just like that, the wind of anger seemed to suddenly blow itself out and, like billowing sails that lost their air, Turquoise deflated. "You were walking out on me, weren't you?" she accused in a small, pinched voice. "If I hadn't jumped in your way, would I have ever seen you again?" she added, revealing her deep insecurity, which was intensely hypocritical in ways and incredibly disproportionate in others.

She waved a stockinged leg now. "Fine, go. Leave me, the giant bitch," she said sullenly, pitifully, stepping aside presumably to let Rivet go.