
Faster Than a Speeding . . .
Nat was standing in the bedroom looking out the window and doing her little chant.
I came in with an armload of laundry from the dryer and dumped it on the bed.
She turned around and said, "Oh, you're doing all the heavy work."
"Yes, I am. Want to help?"
"Sure I'll help."
I went back to the dryer to find an errant sock and when I got back she was still looking out the window.
"I uh, thought you were going to help."
Without turning around, she said, "You must have missed it."
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