she...irritated

"Why do you send those types of 'pics'?"
She had a twist tie in her mouth.
Half in her mouth.

"Hey!"
She kicked the sofa to get his attention.
"Why do you, huh? I know that is what you are doing with your mobile phone. I know you are taking 'pics' and then sending them to people. Why?"

She repeated this question.
Over and over.

In a sing-song voice.

She sounded like a popcorn kernel
that went down the
garbage disposal.

"Why? Why? Why?"
One last,
final,
hard kick.
She moved the sofa.
Jarred his
comfortable
sitting position.

"Why don't you ever fucking send them to me?"