Tonare says it, I obey.
She bought herself a very nice cap. I got her some riding boots to match. She looks a little Germanic dominatrix for my taste in them, nonetheless, she seems happy.
"Einfach tun, was ich dir sage," she said, as she reclined on the sofa wearing the boots.
I understood enough to know that nothing was going to be "my call," at least not today,
"Bringt mir eine Zigarette," she demanded.
"We don't smoke here," I said. "Besides, you and your case will stink and I will not sleep with a stinking guitar."
She was crestfallen. "How I can I do the whole Marlene Dietrich thing without a cigarette?" she asked.
"Maybe you should try something else," I said. "Be Jewel or something."