"Look at the moon", I thought.
"How pretty it is this evening."
We were in another argument. Unlike the car that was speeding down the highway, this heated conversation was going absolutely nowhere.
I kept trying to bite my tongue. There's nowhere to run, nowhere to escape to when you are in a car. Those nasty thoughts and retorts that were sizzling in my head certainly didn't need to be spoken. But the more taunts he threw out, the harder it was to resist.