GRAMMY: So, this is your room, huh?
JULIUS: Uh, huh.
GRAMMY: Manly. I guess you like mermaids.
JULIUS: Uh, huh. Did you know mermaids can sing underwater?
GRAMMY: Oh, yeah? What do they sing?
JULIUS: They sing songs for sailors. But they don’t let the sailors see them.
GRAMMY: And do they sell sea shells by the sea shore?
JULIUS: What?
GRAMMY: Nothing. Why don’t they let the sailors see them? You’d think they’d like a little company now and then.
JULIUS: They don’t want anyone to know they’re there, Grammy.
GRAMMY: Then why the hell do they sing at all?
JULIUS: To lure the sailors near the rocks. So they’ll crash and sink to the bottom of the sea.
GRAMMY: Ha! Sadistic little suckers, aren’t they.
JULIUS: What’s sa . . . sadistic?
GRAMMY: Oh, it just means they like to be mean for fun.
JULIUS: Mermaids aren’t mean, Grammy. They just make the sailors crash so they won’t catch dolphins in their tuna nets. I’m going to be a mermaid when I grow up.
GRAMMY: Lord. Another bleeding-heart liberal is born.
Photo Maura Wolfson-Foster
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