“Yes.”
“For Angelina Jolie?”
“No. Do you want to watch it? I think it’s a great movie.”
“It doesn’t sound like a very realistic story to me.”
“Are you interested or not?”
“Your grandmother will have a fit if you get on your motorcycle.”
“Let’s give her one of those X pills.”
“Cheeky, are we? What are you grinning about?”
“So shall I get the movie or not?”
“I dreamt that your father was watching me on TV where I was talking about my Asian training,” said her mother when they walked back into the living room and Niki started fiddling with the DVD player.
“Huh? You mean like a cooking course?”
“No. I mean, in my dream, I was leading a meditation course. Got that? Me! I haven’t the least interest in meditation or Asia, unless it’s about spicy sauces and wood ear mushrooms, which we
