The continuing saga of sheets

So a few of you were around when I first talked to my landlady here. And, while I understood the majority of the conversation, I got confused about the sheets. I wasn't sure if she was providing sheets, lending me sheets, or if I was going to have to buy sheets. I arrive, still unsure of the sheet situation, to discover that, indeed, she was providing me sheets. For a while...

So I have to pay $10 for the loan of the sheets, with the understanding that, when I'm free I'm going to buy my own "draps" for the bed. These include: two pillows, two strange-long-round-pillows, two bottom sheets, two stop sheets, and covers of various types.

"Draps" are, literally translated, sheets. But this covers a lot of confusing English terms (there are equally confusing French words that, frankly, I don't know) - fitted sheets, pillow cases, covers, mattress protector things, the whole shebang. While playing charades with my landlady, I went through each item and asked if I needed to buy it. I even looked up the words for pillows, pillowcases, and covers. I was certain, I knew what I needed to buy. So I go out and buy a bottom sheets, a couple of covers, and two pillows. Luckily, with the sales, all this isn't very expensive.

So today I returned the sheets, pillows, etc. to my landlady. She nodded sagely, but then started looking confused. I assume that this is because not everything is there - sheets and pillows for two beds takes up more than an armful and I hadn't brought everything back with me yet. I explain that I'm going back for the other pillows and my landlady asks me why. Thinking the answer to this question is obvious, ("I'm returning them") I was stumped.

She assumes that this is because I don't understand, and begins speaking rapidly in my direction and gesturing about pillows and sheets. She goes on to repeatedly ask me why I'm returning the coverlets - "You don't need them? Are you sure? Did you buy some? Why did you buy some?"

She then hands me one of the pillows back, sans pillow case. Confused and standing in the foyer of an apartment building, I try to explain to my landlady that I had bought most of these things already, and had outfitted my bed myself. She continues to press the pillow into my hands (remember she had originally given me two) and tell me I don't need to return the other, strange, long, round pillows.

But I have an extra pillow now?

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In other news, my landlady did adamantly tell me she prefers my hair the way I'm wearing it today as opposed to usual. Usual is down, but today I'm styling "unwashed for three days and pulled back tight enough to satisfied a frumpy librarian." Apparently, it's working for me.