“My shower was last week,” I said.

A delivery truck idled at the curb, blocking the morning sun.

“We use it for small details,” Kendra said.

The shower was already over.

They were still using the thread to mock my choices while standing next to me.

“What else is in the little chat?” I asked.

Kendra reached for her iced coffee and didn’t answer.

I watched her drain the rest of her drink.