"I'm supposed to say I'm sorry," Elsa said. "I'm not though. You know that, right?"
I nodded.
"And you know that if you continue to stare at me like the freak you are, then I will be forced to hit you again, right?"
I nodded again.
"You're weird," she declared, before turning from me. But she didn't leave right away.
"I won't hit you as hard next time though. Being laid up in bed sucks."
Then she left.