Quiet

She could hardly hear over the crunching of potato chips between her own teeth. She refused to stop as he asked, "Can you see well enough to walk down the steps to the car?" Crunching sounds permeated the living room. Her blue jean jacket open hanging from her like a cape.

He stepped to the side and through limited vision she made it to the car. "I can drive if you want," she said.

They said nothing as he drove her to the movies.

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