“You must really love tin foil,” the 13 year old said to me. She said it to me the way an old time wild west cowboy says it to his victim before he shoots him right between the eyes with his colt 45.
I didn’t know how to respond, “Yes, I do?”
She exhaled a puff of air through her nose. Why isn’t dinner ready yet?
Mom I’m starving!
Mom, I’m really hungry.
I am too?
That's enough Mom.
No more joking.
No more question marks.
Just put your hands where I can see em.
I'm trying to-
Uh-uh-uh. Just get the food and put it in the pan.
No talking, Mom.
But I'm just trying to get the--
I told you. No talking.