i am confused

I was in the shop a couple days ago, working on wood work for the church.

It was time to get ready for dinner (we are really confused, we eat at 9 and 4). Miriam came out and asked me if she could start dinner.

Of course, get some potatoes on to boil and I gave her a few other instructions.

She came back in a few minutes with a note pad in her hand. “What did you ask me to do?” “I am confused.”

I told her I’d come in and help her.

Later she said that same thing: “I am confused.”

I know it is true. I don’t like it, but it is the first time I have heard her admit it.

The knife cuts a bit deeper.