Slam! She stomps into the house, tossing her bag across the floor with contempt. I lurch upward, nearly dropping my glass of water as she flops hard on the couch next to me. "Another tough day, huh?" I ask, barely suppressing laughter over her outrageous theatrics. "Need a snack?" I ask. She grunts (I think it was supposed to be a "no"). "Need an iPod?" I casually reply. And instantly she's … [Read more...]