Yes, that's the word. I glanced over to Bill's scoring sheets, casually trying to read them upside-down. Twenty minutes later, Bill slipped my pen into his pocket protector and folded his hands, waiting for me to finish. Bill's freckled face paled to a mottled gray. We're getting married in two months.
Fools rush in where angels fear to even fly over.
Eye-Opener No. 1 was how differently I'd scored myself from how Bill scored me. I should not have asked. His inability to look me in the eye said it all. He seemed equally chagrined at the results. I bit my tongue.