The "whys" have turned. Bethany doesn't just ask "why?" any more. She asks a much deeper question, often pressing for an answer. Maybe she'll be a prosecutor, firing off the hard questions, repeatedly, wearing the accused down until a final, tearful confession is heard.
Yes, I have been in that position. The dreaded question?
"Whatcha doin'?
Sigh.
"I'm washing dishes sweetie."
"Whatcha doin' mama?"
"I'm still washing dishes."
"Whatcha doin'?"
"Still dishes."
and on.
and on.
and on.
Yeah.
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