Who Are You?
Our second night, the night our train was delayed, we went to bed around midnight. We played cards all night, of course, because Burahn and I can’t lose (that’s why he loves me) and even though we had to get up at 4 AM, it didn’t matter. We slept out in the living room? (I guess you’d call it that) and right around midnight someone knocked on the door.
Marlee opens the door like she 1) lives there or 2) owns the place and when she doesn’t recognize the person on the other side she says to him in her most threatening (not threatening at all voice), “Who are you?” I start DYING laughing because I just know she had her chest like boe’ed up ready to fight even though she weighs 100 pounds soaking wet. She didn’t ask, “Can I help you?” or “Yes?” nope, nothing like that. Just “Who are you?” We laughed for probably 25 minutes about it, maybe because it was funny, but probably because it was midnight and we were waking up in 4 hours after another night sleeping on the floor.
