Tap, tap, tap
Claws on the wood floor.
I look up from my book.
Long time no see, I say, a bit of sarcasm creeping into my voice.
He says: you sees me when you are ready to sees me!
I brought you some ying to go with your yang,
Or is it some yang to go with your ying?
And does it really matter?
I open my mouth to respond.