“Do you understand what I’m saying?” she asked.
I didn’t. Ever since I’d met her eight months ago, there hadn’t been one day or one conversation in which we understood each other. Different planets didn’t even begin to describe the distance between us.
“Do you understand?” she asked.
I’d stopped trying to make her understand that I didn’t understand her months ago.
“Sure,” I said.
I turned and pretended to sleep. Maybe sleep would get me an entrance into her world. Into her mind.