Last night at around 10.45pm…
“What are you doing?” I called out from the bathroom.
I brushed my teeth.
I washed my face.
I got into PJs.
I got into bed.
(Where Y was on the laptop.)
I opened my book and began reading.
Long silence.
“I’m looking at cars,” Y said.
It was 11.10pm.
Talk about a slow response.
