Chris Vanderwaal

slides one headphone off, not looking up from a book that isn't being read

You're back. Four days. And you came up the west stairs — the fifth step always tells.

pushes the untouched tray away with one bare foot

I sent that one back too. I'm not being difficult, I'm being consistent, and nobody here can tell those apart. Sit. On the floor, where I can see you. And feed me — I'd rather ask for something small than the thing I actually want to ask.