And that’s how she stabbed herself in the eye.
It was a beautiful sunny Sunday. The kitchen was brightly lit – we soaked up the Vitamin D. We were taking a break from our packing… David and I were enjoying fried eggs on toast and had called up to Rissa to come down for lunch. Eventually she came into the kitchen, grabbed a juice box and turned on the overhead lights.
David and I shared a look. The kitchen has 5 windows – each of them is 18 x 50 inches… It was a sunny day.
“Ummmm…. Riss?”
“Yes?”
“I’m thinking that maybe we don’t need the lights on right now.”
Rissa looked around. Looked out the windows. Looked at us. Her head slumped as she slowly rose. She slouched over to the light switch and flicked them off petulantly. “Fine. Fine. I’ll just turn off the lights and drink my juice in the dark then.” She made a show of searching for the juice box straw.
“Do you want to use my knife for your egg?” I held it out. “Can you see it? Careful… I mean, seeing as it’s so dark.. Here you go…”
Rissa grabbed for it – deliberately failing several times. “No, I couldn’t see it.” Rissa denied vehemently. “I almost stabbed my eye out because it’s so dark in here.”
