"That chocolate ice cream had been horrible," she said making a face. Not the point, not even a little bit the point, but those were the words that came out. "Why can't I stop talking? Why can't I just shut up?" she asked in a small distressed whimper, clutching her hand against her middle. "It was bad before but now he's here and he's what I don't want to talk about and I don't want to hu..." she shoved her hands over her mouth again, struggling, fighting to keep the words inside.