“How preposterous!”

You were combing Margaret’s hair as she sat down in front of you, facing towards the vanity. She was so engrossed in the newspaper that you had fetched for her from the mailbox when you were taking the trash out.

“Look at this! This story is absurd..”

Margaret trailed on as you continued to comb her honey-coloured hair, occasionally glancing at you as she told you about the stories she read.