He looked at her and his fork and knife would fall from his hands as she spoke about her worrying about him beating her. He would not, no matter how drunk he got, well he told himself that. But still, his temper did seem worse with it. " I will stop drinking so much, I don't want to make you think I would hit you. Well the slap on the ass, I well...."<br/><br/>He took a drink of his soda, and held onto the table lightly. " Again I am sorry."<br/><br/>" I try not to direct it to you. Nat, I just wish we could be closer. I truely love you...."