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only be Hank Williams. Even
though she had grown up in Montana, where there was little else but
country music channels, Clear had never been able to appreciate the
music. She preferred classical and, strangely enough, hard
rock.
    “… alright?” Clear caught
the last part and realized that Grant had been speaking to her. She
vaguely suspected that he had said something to her before and this
was a second attempt to get her attention.
    “ Hmm… wha… I’m sorry, what
did you say?” She turned back to him and felt her anger spike
almost uncontrollably. The shock of it made her gasp. It had been
so long since she had felt this before that she had forgotten how
it could be. She looked around again and tried to pinpoint where
the emotion was coming from.
    “ Clear, what is the
matter?” Grant scooted in beside her on her side of the table and
grabbed her arm. “Are you… you know?” he whispered.
    “ I…I..” all she could do
was nod. Where was it coming from? She just couldn’t really tell.
When she focused on the morose trucker, nothing changed. She tried
to shake it off, reminding herself that it didn’t matter and that
she needed to focus on Grant and his daughter, not random
stranger’s emotions.
    She physically shook herself and
turned back to Grant. “Sorry… someone is really angry and… well, it
is hard… to… hard to focus. So much for those great walls I had
built up!” She slammed her fist into the table then looked at Grant
in surprise as the sound echoed through the room.
    Grant wrapped his arms around her as
she felt everyone in the diner turn toward her. She was absolutely
mortified, but it did little to override the anger coursing through
her veins. This was ridiculous!! How would she ever survive in
Chicago?
    “ Should we go?” Grant
asked tensely. “Is there something wrong?”
    Clear shook her head. “No… I mean
obviously there is for this person, but there is no clear intent or
thoughts… just a lot of rage.” Clear pinched her fingers over the
bridge of her nose. This anger building up inside was starting to
give her a headache.
    “ Are you sure you are ok?
I mean… I can get the food to go if it would be easier.” He glanced
around and was about to hail the waitress, when the family sitting
by the cook got up to leave. Clear felt the anger grow immensely
and put her head down hard on the table to keep from leaping to her
feet and screaming.
    Grant’s hand went to her back and she
barely suppressed a groan as the family walked by her. The moment
the door closed the intensity began to decrease. Clear lifted her
head and looked out the window. She shook involuntarily. Who in
that family could be so angry? The mother was carrying the little
girl and the father walked ahead to open the door. They seemed so
normal. As the mother shifted the little girl, she looked up and
met Clear’s eyes. The anger and hatred welled up in Clear again and
she almost burst into tears. The mother put the girl in the car and
then she and the father got in and started the car.
    Clear could feel the tears leaking out
of her eyes, despite her effort to suppress it.
    “ What? Is there something
wrong with that family? Is he going to do something?” Grant tensed
as the car pulled to the exit onto the highway. Now that there was
more distance, Clear’s emotions were no longer completely hay-wire.
She looked at Grant in surprise.
    “ Why did you think it was
the dad?” she queried.
    Grant blushed. “Well… it typically
is.” Clear cocked her eyebrow at him.
    “ What? Typically crimes of
passion or rage are committed by men. It is a statistical
fact.”
    “ Why do you think that is,
you suppose?” Clear wondered out loud.
    “ Because most women are
cold-hearted…” Grant muttered, then looked up and ahemmed. “Uh…
well, psychologists say that it is because women feel more
comfortable expressing their feelings and displaying their
emotions. They also typically have a stronger network to