"Are you ever getting up?" I asked once, as a teenager.
"Get up? Child, I am not in bed. I am strategically horizontal . There is a difference."
Her phone buzzed constantly. The family group chat, "Chaos & Chai," lit up with her morning dispatches:
"Who finished the pickle? I will not name names. But Rohan. It was Rohan."
She took a slow sip of chai, looked at me over her glasses, and smiled.