She already had her pillow from the floor in her hand by the time he got to the door. “I don't know,” she said and tossed it toward the bed. “I can't talk or be honest if I don't have any idea what I even think.” There was a break in her voice and she refused to look at him. “Doesn't it strike you as a little odd that I haven't been pushing you to talk about this for the passed five months? Don't you think there is a reason for that?”
There was. Because she had no idea what the hell she thought of any of it herself.
Moving to the closet, Ninkasi dug around the hangers looking for... something. She already knew she didn't have any other pants, but she did have frilly stuff that she normally didn't wear around the house. Wraps, skirts... robes.... Finding the layered wrap skirt made from a recycled sari she found at some hippie stand and usually wore for beachy things... it would do. It would cover her legs, and her butt. “I don't know my own mind right now. I can't sort everything else out if I don't know my own half of it.”