'Show off' was no insult, but Arty had a way of turning 'sweetheart' into a thumb in the eye.

She blurbed through her Moms-All-Purpose-Adjustable-List-Of-Horrors that might have happened whenever a child is out of sight.

Papa had looked bad last time. This time he looked like Death's rectum.

I had maggot brains that night and may have imagined half of it, and misunderstood the rest.