“And I only got a B in philosophy,” I joked to myself. “That teacher didn’t know her ass from her Nietzsche.”
I drove away and headed home. Ma greeted me at the door. “Adams,” she said, by way of a hello.
I grinned. “Who is the sixth president of the United States?” I said. “And since when are you into Jeopardy? You hate Alex Trebek.”
She cringed. “Never trust a Canadian. Too friendly for their own good.” She let me in. “In any case, that’s Jess’s or Bess’s last name, Adams, seeing as that was Rosemary’s last name. Oh, and since when do I have a broken arm? Seems to me I’d recall such a thing.”
I nodded and sat on the couch. Chompers looked up and yawned. “It’s okay,” I told her. “You have a cast on and are doing fine.”
She sat down next to me. “Thank goodness. Sounds painful.”
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