No," I snapped. "I mean, no. I'm answering. I'm just collecting my response."
Another few seconds passed.
Is there a time limit for this?" he asked. I shot him a look. "Just wondering.

“But for now, I just sat there on the bed and listened to my song. The one that …”

“Nothing like being scolded by a hippie.”

“So many versions of just one memory, and yet none of them were right or wrong. …”

“For me, however, it was a mix of the two, this constant push and pull. I loved …”