aBritt shimmied her jeans down to the floor and kicked them aside. She sifted through a pile of clean but yet-unfolded laundry for her favorite pair of playtime pants. “I’m sure this would be easier if I turned on the lights.” She stuck out her head and turned to her guest who was, she discovered, not standing behind her. “Oh I’m sorry you’re empty space.”
“What’cha say, hun?” sounded a voice from the front room.
“Nothing. You’re being a butt.”
“I didn’t realize I was doing anything. I’m in here.”
“Which is why you’re a butt.”
