The Way Back

Margaret and I had a very long and quiet walk back to iDEATH. I did not volunteer to carry her basket for her.
It was heavy and she was hot and sweaty and we had to stop many times for her to rest.
We were sitting on a bridge. The bridge was made from stones gathered at a distance and placed in their proper order.
"What's wrong?" she said. "What have I done?"
"Nothing's wrong. You've done nothing."
"Then why are you mad at me ?"
"I'm not mad at you."
"Yes, you are."
"No, I'm not."
Richard Brautigan, In Watermelon Sugar