Dialogue from January 24, 2019
“T.K., can you help me with this?” Cynthia asked.
“Mm-hmm,” T.K. replied, taking the pot and container she handed him. He wandered around until Cynthia said in a monotonous tone, “OK, take the pot over there—” she pointed to the water dispenser— “and put it on the counter.”
“Oi, I know that.”
“Take the container and fill it up with water. Pour the water into the pot. Pour three containers.”
“OK—”
(Counting as T.K. poured) “One…”
“Cynthia!”
A little while later:
“Two…”
“CYNTHIA!”
~shellyK
P.S. In honor of my brother who is flying in today (on Ethiopian Airlines, btw), I’ll be posting a poem that I wrote last August before he left for college. It’s called Saying Goodbye and I encourage y’all to check it out when you get the chance! It’s the only time you’ll see me write a sonnet anyway.
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