You --

[ there it is, the violence. it rips free of her control in a split second of weakness, and whatever little distance was opened up between them is gone in one step of her endless legs, with one reach -- and she's got a hand in his shirt, dragged him towards her, eyes wild and wet, hand pulling back before her open palm makes contact with his face.

it doesn't even matter to her if he deserves it anymore. it doesn't matter to her that some people have stopped to look, concerned and maybe afraid. ]

That's just my whole goddamn life, ain't it? Wastin' my time thinkin' I wanna be with you again. What the fuck d'you want from me, Maddie? If y'wanted a woman that ain't ever gonna make mistakes, y'shoulda built y'damn self one, 'cause I'm real an' I got feelin's --

[ she slaps him again, just as hard as the first time, and now the observers can't stand by anymore, someone is trying to get her attention ("miss, miss --") and someone is tugging at her, wanting her to let him go but she can't see anything else but him and she's so strong.

her voice is getting hysteric. ]

Why'd y'marry me if y'weren't gonna be with me? Why even pretend, Maddie?