Passing Ankles (Socks CCXXXII)

“Where is the string now?”
“I don’t know, but Pretty emptied my belly at the same time, so he probably went with the other stuff.”
The two objects had run out of things they wanted to talk about to each other. They looked around the room without a word passing between them, all day.
When Pretty finally came into the room, she undressed, put the clothes in the basket, and walked to the bathroom.
“Did you see those ankles?”
Dyson didn’t answer.
“Hey, are you listening?”
“I heard you.”
“Well?”
“Yes, I did see her ankles, but I prefer electricity.”