They were driving home when a strange thing happened. She saw it in the rearview mirror: a headless corpse stood smack-dab in the middle of the road, hands unmoving at his sides. She brought the car to a screeching halt, and without another word turned and stalked out. Sam waited in the car, with the engine running.
“What do you want?”
He shrugged, feigning indifference. The wind moaned through the trees.
“Adrian,” she said in her most level voice, “spit it out, man, I haven’t got all day.”
He thrust his hands in his pockets, hunching his shoulders. He was wearing a dark suit, and his body was grotesquely swollen. She sighed internally and looked into the distance. She could barely see the road in the fog.
“It’s over. You have every reason to be disappointed, but you know perfectly well I can’t stay.”
He gestured his dissent at this.
“I can’t go on protecting you. I’m sorry, I’m in a hurry and I have to go.”
She wrapped her arms about his neck. He stood stock-still.
“You ought to wear a raincoat.”
She walked away without looking back.
Sources: New Oxford American Dictionary, Collins COBUILD Primary Learner’s Dictionary, Collins English Dictionary, The American Heritage Dictionary