As I made lunch I became aware of telling silence. I called her name, a suspicious question.
“Yeah?” she answered like sugar.
“Whatcha doin'?” I both wanted to and didn't want to know.
“I make the kitty stay on the couch,” she answered proudly.
That could mean a lot of things, only a few of them any good.
“Please be nice to the kitty,” I pleaded, washing my hands quick as I could.
“I am,” she bellowed.
I stepped into the living room, unsure.