"What is it with you?"
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know"
She tried to relax and make her face go into normal shapes, but it wasn't easy. She felt strain every muscle. You couldn't be artificial around Faquica but sometimes you couldn't be honest either.
She felt guilt towards Mickey, but that was by no means the worst of what she felt. She wished guilt was the principal emotion, because that would mean she had the upper hand, and she did not. She only pretended.
It was a strange way to love a person.
What was the matter with her? Why couldn't she just get over him? She'd done this for too long, alternating between loving him and punishing him for being loved.