He got up and headed out of the room, calling back over his shoulder that he would get his own glass of water when he was done.
“…unless,” he added, “you get it before I get back.”
I narrowed my eyes at his retreating back. Suspicion. I had some.
“Is this a test?” I hollered after him.
“Nope.” came the muffled reply.
So! I didn’t do it. And he came back.
“Oh.” he said testily, snatching up the empty glass. “I guess I will get my own.”
“But… you said… not a test.. and YOUSAID!” I protested hotly.
“I know what I said. It’s always a test, dummy.”
Hmmph. I hate pop quizzes.