“I’m bored,” Selma announced, as if it were something prophetic or important for everyone else in the room to hear. Her eyes lazily scanned the room, waiting for someone to say something, anything. “If you expect to me waste my day hanging out in this dump,” she said, shifting her position on the stained couch, “I demand to know what we’re even doing here.”

“I heard you needed to speak to me,” Selma said in an uninterested tone, as she slumped upon the nearest couch. “I’m very busy, so make it quick.” It was obvious she wasn’t busy, but it was even more obvious she wanted this conversation to be over.