could use some time to myself.” “I don’t think so,” she says, still smiling. Is she hard of hearing? Suffering from a blow to the head? “What do you mean ‘you don’t think so’?” “I mean, you spend a lot of time by yourself already.” “Yes,” I agree. Not sure what her end-game is. “Right,” she says with a decisive nod. “And how’s that working out for you?” I narrow my eyes. “Exactly,” she says. “I’m here to cheer you up.
