Her remark annoyed him. "I can always count on an honest answer from you, Prudy, but your usual open mindedness seems to have taken a powder."
"I am being opened minded. You're nuts! Out there, the way things are today? You can be a star ten miles from home just as easy as a thousand."
"It has nothing to do with that. I'm stuck on average. Things are slightly good one day and slightly not the next. I want some extremes. Every Friday after lunch we get milkshakes and sit on that flower bed in front of the A&P and watch grain dust blow down the street. We know everyone who walks in that market and have ever since we were two."
She did not know how to proceed. She certainly didn't want to admit those conversations with him in front of that store made her whole week. She thought about saying she was madly in love with him, if that had been the case. Harry would never win state champion in the looks department, but he was no door knob either. He dated a lot of girls, some of them even rather classy. But she didn't know how to stand out to him. The thought of being on his list of "so-so" x-girlfriends he was constantly bitching about was unsettling. He was nice when he wasn't thinking about things too much. She wanted him to stay, but couldn't put together a convincing argument.
As far as staying or leaving, Harry thought the latter was the best option. Prudence couldn't decide which was worse.