“Found himself a lady with pedigree.” Jeb shoveled the last of the eggs into his mouth.
He dragged an arm across his greasy face and grinned over at his wife, who was eating as though she had just run a marathon. “I’d say it was his balls that attracted her.” Coffee shot out of Mrs. Peabody’s mouth and across the table, splattering onto Neville.
Bobby Sue leapt up, “Mrs. Peabody are you choking?”
“That was completely unnecessary.” Neville pulled a spotless handkerchief from his pocket and went to work dabbing at his face and cleaning his spectacles.
“Here you go.” Mr. Peabody handed Neville his own kerchief. “I’d say that kind of conversation should remain in the Cigar Room, old chap.”
“But why?” Bobby Sue was genuinely confused. “He’s right. Our Percy has unusually large-”
“Bobby
