She With Her Tales of Woe

She always comes at me with a tale of woe. Worst scenario after worst scenario, always happens to her. She expects me to listen without comment. I try to not disappoint. I nod and make guttural sounds. Becoming a nonverbal Neanderthal as I listen. She adores this about me. Her tale is embellished now. She delights in it. Worst things always happens to me she wails. I nod. Accidentally yawn. She gives me a sharp look. I apologize and she accepts. My eyelashes flutter. I try to look interested, but fail. She says “I have to go,” and she does.