[Chrissy takes out her nervous energy on the dishes. She scrubs fast and scrubs hard. And she's so bothered by the wind and what's waiting out there, that she can't even laugh at the fact Johnnie's being teased by a cute old lady.]

I like his jacket.

[She whispers, which earns a clicking of the tongue and an exasperated sound from poor Miss Toni.]

I used to have one like it too.

[Not exactly like it, just plain leather. But she doesn't need to know that. Outside, the wind dies off for a minute. In that time, Chrissy finishes washing and starts drying. She's in the middle of drying a plate when the wind picks up, stronger than ever. A roar of her name is carried on that wind, and she gasps as she drops the plate. It shatters into pieces and she just stands there trembling, hands going up over her ears as her name is drawn out in a threatening tease.

Miss Toni looks to her candles, which are flickering despite the wind being outside. She looks back toward Johnnie a moment later and nods to the door. She doesn't say anything, but Chrissy gets the distinct impression she's trying to politely ask them to go.]

Let's get out of here, okay? [Both arms wrap around him, and she presses her face against his chest.] I'm really sorry about your plate!

[She can't face Miss Toni. Not when she's so guilty about bringing this trouble to her.]