“Why are you looking at me like that?” Gerald snapped at his wife, Trish. “I’m not looking at you any particular way,” she countered. “What’s really bothering you?” “What’s really bothering me,” Gerald said slowly, “is that you are prickly and angry; and I don’t like it.” “I wasn’t prickly until you began picking at me,” Trish retorted. “Now, I am mad. I don’t know what’s bothering you, but I sure don’t like your attitude.”