At one point, Mary Clare asked me to get her a book located in the pocket behind my seat. As I patted around for it, pulling out various books in search for the elusive numbers book, she said "No, no, no," until I finally heard a rather effusive, "There you go," she said. "You got it." As I handed her the book, she added "That's a good girl."
I have to tell you, I didn't quite know how to respond. Still don't. But I do know that those were most definitely my words coming right back at me.