I gave her a thumbs up, "that's great red riding hood, but I'm perfectly capable of dressing myself."
"I was instructed by Luka to aid you in getting read."
"Luka has AIDS?"
She frowned, "What? no."
"Luka needs a BandAid?"
She huffed out a breath, clearly annoyed.
"No."
"Then I am completely confused, red."
She ran a frustrated hand through her hair and shook her head, "Okay, look. Luka sent me here to help you get ready. You know, do your make up, do your hair, get you dressed. He doesn't need BandAids, and he doesn't have any sexually transmitted diseases, got it?"
I shrugged, "You should have just said all that when you walked into the room, then there wouldn't be this much confusion."
She let out a frustrated noise as she picked up a large duffle bag and a gown bag from outsi
