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.
“Ssssp ssspp…” she made the sound effect.
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.
“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.