I turned back towards the window.
I heard the paper rustle as she folded it. “Like the scenery?” she asked.
“Uh huh.”
“I’m glad you do,” she said. “Some people prefer the animate scenery.”
I said, “You’re a lot more cordial this morning than you were yesterday.”
“Perhaps I like you better.”
“Perhaps.”
“Perhaps I feel better.”
“Perhaps.”
“Perhaps you just imagine I’m nicer.”