“So, this is a lot different than Phoenix, huh?” he asked. “Very.” “It doesn’t rain much there, does it?” “Three or four times a year.” “Wow, what must that be like?” he wondered. “Sunny,” I told him. “You don’t look very tan.” “My mother is part albino.” He studied my face apprehensively, and I sighed. It looked like clouds and a sense of humor didn’t mix. A few months of this and I’d forget how to use sarcasm.
no bc her humor is so underrated
