KISAREL.
"Can you stop already?" I pressed my palm against my forehead as I reached for the coffee pot.
"Non." Elgin followed me into the kitchen without missing a beat, barefoot, still in his oversized sleep shirt. He had obviously woken up this morning and decided that today was the day he was going to finish the conversation, regardless of whether I wanted to have it. "Not until you actually listen to me. And I mean listen, Arel. Not just hear and dismiss."
"I am listening," I said, pouring my coffee without looking at him. "I have been listening since last night. I have listened so thoroughly that I could recite everything you've said back to you in chronological order."
"Then why aren't you seeing it?"
"Because it doesn't make sense, Elgin." I turned to face him, mug in both hand
