sssp sssp

September 21, 2009 • 2 comments • no views

Opah walked from the living room passing the dining room, passing the kitchen and into her room, onto her bed.

She was breathless; couldn’t talk, couldn’t laugh. Just wanted to catch her breath.

I got worried, so I quickly gave her a drink.

She looked at the glass, and looked at me.

She did some hand movement to and fro her lips.

“Huh?”

“Ssssp ssspp…” she made the sound effect.

“What?”

“Ssssp sssp…”

Ohhh…

OH!!

She wants a cigarette. When the hell did she start smoking?!!!

I started to feel really uncomfortable. Erm, how do I tell her she can’t smoke?

“Sssp sssp!!” She demanded.

“Urm…”

“GET ME THAT LONG THING SO I CAN DRINK!!!!”

Sheesh, so grumpy.

How on earth would I have known she wanted a straw?!

Boy, was I glad she wasn’t talking about a cigarette.

That would’ve been a really awkward conversation.

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