“For Heaven’s sake, Chris, why can’t you talk to me once in a while?” Julie whined.
“What?” Chris replied.
“Look around!” Julie yelled, as she pointed around the room.
“Look at all these books! You always have your head buried in a book! You don’t even seem to know I’m alive!”
“I’m sorry, honey,” Chris said.
“Sometimes I wish I were a book.
Maybe then you’d at least look at me!” Julie exclaimed.
“Hmmmm,” Chris mumbled, “that’s not such a bad idea.
Then I could take you to the library every few days and change you for something more interesting.”
