I won't put white into your hair I won't make noises in your stairs I will be kind and I'll be sweet If you stop staring straight through me - "Is there. . . what's wrong with her?" "There's nothing /wrong/ with her. She's just. . . well, we're working on it." "And by 'working on it', you mean having staring contests for entire hours?" "Shut up. I make progress. She smiled yesterday." "Wow, what an accomplishment. She's a lost cause, Ode. Get it through your thick skull."