Broderick was shocked to see her shut the door on him. He hasn't done anything wrong, he thought to himself. Broderick knew she mumbled aome angry words but he couldn't make a meaning of what she said. 

Perhaps, she was angry because she showed up early this morning. He turned and walked back to where his car was. His two hands gripped the steering. He tightened his hand on the steering as though he would break it, his head rest helplessly on the headrest of the chair.