"You may either hear my views on the rain, which isn't here right now, about plains and about the country you choose to sleep in, or you can take a shower. It's all up to you," I say. I'm trying to make a joke, to get the day started out right.
"Good morning," she mumbles, and gets up.
She puts her jeans on, gathers her things, and opens the door. I can hear her shuffle down the hall toward the bathroom.