ME: Grammy? What happened to the fish I bought you? There were four, now there’s only one.
GRAMMY: That damned cat of yours decided to have one for lunch.
ME: Oh, no!
GRAMMY: Oh, yeah. Then Julius decided to give it a try. Swallowed his down quicker than the cat.
ME: He . . . he ate it?
GRAMMY: Well, what else would he do with it? The kid is a bag of bones. He must be starving on that diet of tofu and leaves you feed him.
ME: But . . . it was a fish. It was . . . alive. And you let him eat it?
GRAMMY: I didn’t let him, Barbara. I told you he was quick about it. And what’s the big deal? Haven’t you ever heard of sushi?
ME: Grammy!
GRAMMY: Oh, calm down. I made it to the fishbowl before he ate the rest.
ME: But then, what happened to the third fish?
GRAMMY: . . . . .
ME: Grammy?
GRAMMY: Well, I had to see what all the fuss was about. They don’t taste half as good as they look.
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