“What are you looking for?” My Darling B asked me as I rummaged through the closet in the bathroom.
“Hair ties,” I answered.
She pointed at a little tin in the corner. “I put them in there. Remember? I showed you.”
“I’m sure you did,” I said, “but I don’t remember.”
“I showed you,” she repeated, even though both she and I often forget why we got up out of our chairs most days. Between the two of us, we barely have a functioning memory.
This Is Drivel 