The Ever Asked Question

She looked at me with wide eyes. A sense of curiosity embraced her, as her lips quivered to mouth her question which I listened to unhindered. "why is it that you cover your head?" Ruth twinkled in her dewy eyes, Her innocence evident in her voice. She proceeds with courage seemingly gained upon my nonchalant countenance. "Is it because of the your menacing men or your whispering women or your rigorous religion?" "No, none of them," I say sounding like a worn out answering machine; "it is because of me." And I proceed to slowly sip my coffee after the momentary break, unfazed by the ever so widening eyes gazing down at me.