Sid had rattled on about decentralization of the governmental social programs for at least five minutes before he noticed Brigid’s expression. She’d covered her mouth with a tight fist and her eyes didn’t leave his lips as if watching the words fall and waiting for the right moment to grab them and run.
“Did I misspeak?” Sid asked, replaying the argument in his head searching for a fallacy.
“Nope.”
“What’s wrong then?”
“Not a thing. I like smart people who disagree with me.”
“But I don’t disagree with you."
“You do. I just haven’t articulated my argument yet.”
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