"I don't know why you're mad at me anyway," Ellen continued, looking back at him over her shoulder as their bodies moved in time, "You've been keeping Meena waiting a long time for your attention, that's more cruel than anything I've done today."
"What?"
"Don't act like you don't know." she said in a hushed tone, looking to where Meena stood alone in the kitchen, cleaning the c*m from her glasses by the kitchen sink. It struck Ellen that perhaps he really hadn't noticed. He did seem to be a bit clueless. Or perhaps for him it was like when you heard someone speak but weren't really paying attention to what they said, and only now did it really register.
"I wasn't trying to hurt her." he said flatly, and she brought her hand to his forearm. "She's kind of hard to read, one minute she's h
