“I am so in love with Facebook!” she announced as she walked down the hall.
She stood in the doorway.
“You were so wrong to close your account.”
I looked up.
“I just posted, ‘Pumpkin pie in the oven,’ and five seconds later your nephew liked it.”
She turned to leave but then turned back with a you-just-don’t-understand look on her face.
“He’s across the ocean,” she said, waving her hands for emphasis. “He’s all the way across the ocean, and within five seconds he liked my post.”
It’s true, what she’s implying. I admit it.