A (very) Short Story; Part II

"Fuck, yeah, I know what you're talking about…I mean, silence is golden and all, but it's also like, silence can be really telling too…"
This supposed deep thought caused a brief lull in the conversation.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, bro. It's like, almost by not saying anything, somebody can like, say a whole lot…"
"And that's what the fuck I'm talking about! That's just what I'm saying…I mean, if she's not saying anything at all, then what the fuck is she saying? Really, I'm asking for help here."
No one, apparently, knew what the fuck she was saying.
"Fucked if I know, man. Why don't we back up a minute…let's think about this logically. If she's not saying anything, then she's telling you something, right?"
"I suppose that makes sense."
"And if she's telling you something by not saying anything, then we can probably assume that what she's avoiding telling you by not saying anything is more than likely not good news…correct?"
"You know what? I think you're right. Now that you put it like that, if she's holding something back in order to tell me something then the thing she wants to tell me that she's keeping quiet about can't possibly be good. You're pre-fucking-cisely right."
"So what are you going to do about it? Is this what we talked about earlier?"
"I don't know, man. I just...I don't know."

To be continued...