N. likes to critique... well, the ways of me. Which,, okay, granted.
I'm special now though. Nevermind that I don't really believe that I'm the first to behave thus (I mean, really?), but the thing that I don't actually understand is what she wants me to do. I don't seem to have any reference for the way I should react.
Smooth, dear, real smooth.

Well, there was every sign of 'you shouldn't get out of the house today' in the morning. I'm the fool here.