"Uh-huh," said I, and went upstairs to get online.
At 9:05 PM, eastern standard time, Someone, after much clomping up of basement stairs, shouted, "I'm sooooooo sorry..."
"Uh-huh," said I, and continued to be upstairs, online. Staring out the office window at the Big Scary Darkness That One Cannot Take Trash Out In.
At 9:47 PM, eastern standard time, I went downstairs for euphemistic reasons. Someone was neither at her desk, nor on the couch.
"Nooooooooooo.....!" I cried, for that left only one viable alternative, and the Peepee Dance, I did not want to do.
But from around the corner at the dining room table, where no one ever sits, Someone's voice rang out, "What?"
I rounded the corner to observe Someone sitting at the table, already 200+ pages into A Very Thick Black Book.
The Very Thick Black Book, which Someone had neglected to mention had arrived in the mail from amazon.co.uk. The Very Thick Black Book that Someone had been reading in the bathroom for the last two hours.
Someone may have met with a small accident, but if you don't hear from her in the near future, rest assured that she is