No Offense But

No offense, she said, but I want you to stay as you are. I stopped dead in my tracks halfway to my car. What do you mean? I asked with a quiver in my voice. She is kind of a mean girl, my co-worker Joyce. You are totally strange, she said, weird, I am sure you knew. As a matter of fact, I have always half wondered about you. I did not know what she meant, I totally did not see. I want you to stay the same, she said. “weird like me.”