So when I saw her last weekend I asked her. Her reply was immediate. She said she went to get an apple out of the refrigerator and the only one left was one with a bite taken out of it. This made her angry.
I was the one who used to do that. I didn't want the whole thing, just a bite. And not wanting to be wasteful, I would save the rest for later. Or never.
For some reason this resulted in me pouring the entire blenderful of milkshake on her head. The rest of the details remain elusive: how did she get to the shower without getting milkshake all over the carpet? What did she do for a payback?
Those memories are probably stuck in my plaques and tangles and will only return when I start seeing Chillysmiths and Michigans.
