Did you put up the tree? Marla asks.
You noticed.
Ah, now.
I’m not gone totally King George bonkers just yet.
Is that what you think?
That I don’t know a thing at all?
If I had the knees for it I’d get up and
give you a smack.
You come in and out of yourself, I say.
She laughs.
Sure, don’t we all?