“Kellie, how long until you’ll be ready to go?” I inquired.
“I just have to brush my teeth, get dressed, and put on some makeup,” she replied.
I clenched my teeth and counted to ten. I’ve lost count of the number times that I’ve asked Kellie a simple question, often requiring a minimal but meaningful answer, such as yes or no, or “I’ll be ready in five minutes, dear,” only to get some useless, non responsive reply that requires me to be clairvoyant to figure out what she’s trying to tell me. Even if I could see inside Kellie’s mind, I would never venture a look. Who knows what could happen to me? Medusa might reside there.