Damn that Jazzica! she thought. If only she had obeyed our command! We send her out for a pound of butter and she comes back pregnant !
"So this is our candidate for Kumkwat Haagendasz," the Revved-Up Mother mused. " What's your age, lad?"
"Pall,"Jazzica reprimanded. "You should call her Revved-Uppedness...."
"Never mind." the old woman snapped. "He can call me anything he wants."
" So long as he doesn't call me late for dinner," Pall completed the catechism.
The old woman's eye glinted amusement.