“We’re not really into jewelry,” Lori politely declined as my Mom kindly offered to give them pieces she no longer wanted as her & her daughter Leah, 14, prepared to leave.
“Me either,” I chimed in, “I can’t stand stuff hangin’ on me.”
Earlier in the evening up came a subject far from the likes of jewelry as the 4 of us were seated for dinner:
Dinner food was diverse, to say the least. Our mothers dined on baked cod, asparagus & freshly made gluten-free banana date walnut muffins. The glass bowl in front of Leah contained baked mac ‘n cheese while minutes ago I had just munched on my own tasty mixture in a baggie of Kix cereal, whole almonds & chilled raisins.
Continuing with our table topic, Leah’s discourse enlightened those of us lacking prior knowledge: “My school has nuns, sisters & consecrated virgins.”
She went on to inquire about the differences in our 2 churches, turning her head to ask me, “Do you have nuns?”
Thinking isn’t my problem. Thinking on my feet, however, totally is. That’s why I was as bowled over as the next guy to hear the clever twist in my blurted-out reply.
“We have none.”
By Amy on 6-7-16