“From…” My brain stalled and sparks started shooting out at six different angles like an under-oiled engine. Abandon ship! Abandon ship! “Running down the stairs.” I squeezed my fingers into a fist at my side to keep myself from slamming my hand into my forehead. Awesome, Jules. Now he thinks you’re so out of shape you can’t even run down the steps without pouring sweat.
Why, WHY would she say that? 😂
