[ Something about what he says tips her over the precarious edge of violence, and without really meaning to -- without thinking about it -- she reaches over and slaps the exposed side of his face. There's fresh anger in her expression, and in her voice. ]

Y'got no goddamn right t'say that t'me. I know I wasn't always good t'you, but I came t'you, and I cried over you, and I waited for you, even though y'never promised me nothin'.

[ she purses her lips a second, like that alone will hold back the raging torrent of her feelings. ]

Don't y'dare say that I didn't care for you.