“You seem irritated with me,” I say. “What on earth would give you that idea?” he huffs. “Well, the sarcasm in your voice, for one, and your lack of patience, for another. But there’s something you need to know, Keller. I’m irritated with you as well.” He turns around and leans against the sill now, arms crossed. “What could I have possibly done to irritate you?” Well, he keeps showing up with clothes on. These lectures would be far more riveting if he was naked.
