Ron smiled in amusement as he imagined the conversation that would take place as they sat around the kitchen table, sipping coffee and discussing what had happened. Deedee saw the smile on his face and took it as a sign that he had gotten over his fit of temper. His anger always passed like that; he had the typical high-strung personality of a Virgo. The petit vexations of living would bore their way through the clinks in his analytical armor like vermin infesting the gambeson of a medieval knight. Ron would bear his burden silently, his emotions building slowly to a crescendo that climaxed in a cathartic explosion. Once his energies had been dissipated on his pique, he was at peace with the world again. She crept up close to him and rolled a soft sculpture alphabet block in front of his moving truck to simulate a collision.