I See I Say

“I hate that fey way you stand hand on hip such.. a poser! ” I smile inside as he copies me. “I see...” I say (thinking I had thought of a clever way) to hide the awkwardness of the broken arm. You go on like a river in spate (a river of spite) Go on mate get it off your chest. “I hate that flick of the hair that toss of the curls as if you were a girl! ” I smile inside as he mimics me. “I see...” I say (thinking I had thought of a good way) to hide the nervous tick the paralysis had brought. “And when you talk - or mumble rather – - you always rest your cheek - in your hand - like a bad actor - always the same gesture! ” “I see...” I say (thinking I had thought of an excellent way) to hide the way the face collapses & I lose my smile (again courtesy of the paralysis) . “Anything else while you’re at it? ” I smilingly say. “No, that’s it! I don’t like you one little bit! ” “That’s...obvious! ” I grin (laughing inside all the time) “Oh and there’s that superior way you have of never getting annoyed! ” “I see...” I say (not getting annoyed in the least) but hey that’s just me ... guess.