“No, we don’t need to hear about that,” she said with a wave.
Then one of Catherine’s little sisters said, “Prostitooties, I never had Prostitooties before.”
One of the little boys chimed in, “Yes, Ma, what’s it taste like?”
Soon all the kids in the room were talking about the new breakfast cereal, and in the background I was laughing like a fool. Catherine, meanwhile, was sitting there looking demure—like the cat that ate the canary—and a little embarrassed that the canary had flapped around the room and squawked before it was eaten.
“Catherine,” continued Mrs. Mancini, “you had something to do with this sacrilegious display. I can tell by that silly look on your face. Shame on you!”
Catherine appeared appropriately chastened and looked particularly attractive with a healthy red g
