She poked her head through our slightly cracked bedroom door. "Um, there is a Dave Westphall on the couch?" said Amelia, questioningly.

"Yeah, there was a huge bar fight last night at Goody's and he needed a place to crash," Laurent replied from the bed next to me.

"Oh. Ok. I was just wondering," she said, laughing, as if it were a perfectly normal to find a strange man on the sofa on a Monday morning.

I thought she was going to say "there's a Dave Westphall on the phone" so I was surprised to hear her say "on the couch". I always zoom ahead in conversations, filling in the words way before they leave someone's lips and often before they even leave someone's posterior parietal cortex. Most people speak too slowly for my hyperactive brain.

I was even more surprised to hear Laurent say there was a bar fight last night. How did he know this and where was I when he was knowing it? He wasn't the kind of guy that would associate with bar-fighters or patrons of Goody's for that matter.