“Lydia, how is your dinner?” I ask her.
Silence.
“Lydia, is your dinner good?”
Absolute quiet.
I try a third time. “Lydia! How’s your dinner? Do you like it?”
Lydia gives me the Death Look.
“Okay, then.”
The thoughts are crunchier here.
“Lydia, how is your dinner?” I ask her.
Silence.
“Lydia, is your dinner good?”
Absolute quiet.
I try a third time. “Lydia! How’s your dinner? Do you like it?”
Lydia gives me the Death Look.
“Okay, then.”