“What’s your point?”
“You’re a man,” I said, assuming that was enough information for him to go on.
How wrong I was.
He crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow at me.
Why did I have to explain this? Shouldn’t it be self-explanatory? I didn’t have the brainpower for this today.
“You’re a man, so you should know what’s wrong.”
“Well, call me crazy, but it usually helps if it’s plugged in.”
“And you think I didn’t think of that?” I snapped, though I probably sounded more like a kitten meowing than a dog barking.
He grabbed the plug and stuck it in the outlet, then put the kettle on the base and pressed the button.
And it worked.
“Did you check it?”
Had I unplugged it when I brought it over? That was too hard to think about right now. In fact, most everything was making my head spin.
“What the hell am I supposed to do with this stuff?”
I peeled an eye open and looked over what I brought. “The leaves go in a—” God, what was the word for it? “You know the thingy with the holes?”
His gray eyes didn’t leave my face, nor did he show any signs of knowing what I was talking about.
“You know, the thing with the…and the…” I made a ball out of my fist and shook it.
Grabbing the leaves, he opened my fist, pressed the leaves into my palm, and closed my hand again. “There.”
“That’s not what I mean!”
“Well, that’s pretty much what you said.”
“Is not!”
“Is too.”
While I was getting all worked up, he was as cool as a cucumber, staring at me like I was the most boring thing in the world.
Grunting in frustration, I shook the leaves onto the counter and hopped off the stool, nearly falling over in the process.
“What are you looking for?” he asked as I started rummaging through his cabinets.
“The thingy!”
Grabbing me by the arms, he directed me out of his kitchen and back to my stool, where he pushed me down.
“Sit before you hurt yourself.”
I stuck my tongue out at him, but he had already turned around and hadn’t seen me. God, my head was killing me. I just needed my damn tea. I scrubbed a hand over my face, trying desperately to rid the toxins from my body.
This was never going to work. I couldn’t function like this, and as long as he refused to help me, my day would continue to go downhill.
“How long?”
