I used to love the stupid heifer...

So I was really nice and let her look around for her precious earrings. Even though she seemed to think that I should have just been grateful for the experience of knowing her and not asked any questions upon being discarded. But the fact that she felt that way gives me moral superiority. And I enjoy that. She has no idea where her damn earrings are. Only that she's misplaced them and for some reason her crooked little mind decided they were here. They aren't. I opened and went through more drawers than I should have and even let her look through the plastic tubs that hold my Christmas decorations. She stopped to look at the wall of Maricel, which the closet door on which I taped some pictures that she e-mailed me of herself. One is her in front of her doll collection and SWSNBN noticed that.
"She's got a lot of dolls." She remarked.
"She builds them like models." I said.
"Really?" SWSNBN said.
About twenty minutes into the fruitless search, she turned to me with tears in her eyes and demanded. "Where are they?"
She used to do that a lot. "Why won't this work? Why did it have to rain?" As if there was something I could do about it.
"I don't know." I said.
"Are you torturing me?" She sobbed.
"No, you're torturing me." I said. "I don't know where they are."
"They have to be here." She insisted.
"Where?" I asked.
"I don't know!" She stamped her foot on the floor like a child.
"Neither do I." I said. "But I let you look."
"Well I told you why I left." She said wiping her eyes.
"You could have just said bye." I said.
"You'd have cried like a baby." She said. "And I wouldn't have been able to leave."
"I think I might have been a little relieved. I found living with you to be somewhat stifling."
"Living with ME was stifling?" Her wet eyes grew wide with surprise.
"And I guess I thought that's just what living with someone was like. You got a daily critique and what you wanted to do or eat or watch really didn't matter anymore. But I think that may have been just you trying to fix me. And I'm not really broken."
"Oh, you're just wonderful." She said sarcastically.
"Why do you care?" I asked. "You've found Mr. Right."
"I wasted a lot of time on you." She said.
"I wasted a lot of time this morning." I said. "And I'm finished."