Waking from a deep nap, I find myself yelling at Lo, “Sure, answer your fucking phone — every day at 5:45 — go ahead!” It wasn’t 5:45 and she wasn’t on the phone. When I came to my senses, I apologized to her and said that it was dream talk.
“I’m sorry,” I said, “You fuckered me out today and now I’m delirious.”
She laughed and simply said, “Oh, I’m not done with you yet. Not by a long shot!”