She looked out of the window with empty eyes, and wished she did not have to be here. They were family, but talked of inane things she had no interest in, day and day out.
The terrifying fact was that the incessant twaddle was draining her. The sameness of the mind-sets and the shallowness of the proverbial wells in which these frogs kept jumping scared her.
Was she approaching insanity, or the frogs?