Speechless

“Do you not see it? You know right from left, right?”

“How are you with spiders?” I asked, letting the creature crawl onto the roll, then brought it back to her bed. “I used to love playing with these. They kept crawling into my room from the attic.”

Her outstretched hand received the arachnid visitor. “I used to pick off their legs. Once at bible camp, we roasted one with a magnifying glass.”

“That’s horrific,” I laughed.