“Oh,” I say resignedly. “It’s you. Mmhmm come on in.”
Inwardly I roll my eyes at myself, surely you didn’t think she was actually gone did you? Tears cloud my vision.
“You know what the definition of insanity is?” She asks.
Like forgetting that at the end of every productive summer comes the insufferable pain of fall? “Yes,” I say quietly.
She smiles. “Well, come now help me set out my things.” She reaches into her absurdly Mary Poppins-like bag and pulls out the weighted vest, ankle shackles, an elephant, and… what was that?
I groan inwardly. “Oh you brought the funhouse mirror again. I was really doing so good at…” I trail off, close my eyes and allow the tears to begin their descent down my cheeks.
“Where are you going?” She asks as I turn to leave the room.
“I need to make a phone call. She’ll want to know you’re here. For planning purposes you know.”
She smiles knowingly. “Riiight.”
