"93," I said.
"Wow," said Nora. "She's going to die soon."
"Um," I said.
"Should we tell her?" said Ann Marie.
Ann Marie, in a still-wet nighttime diaper and PJs, peeked into the kitchen to see if we were there. We were. Then she ran through the kitchen REALLY FAST so that we wouldn't see she hadn't changed yet. We saw.
Upon learning that I had to go buy milk, Ann Marie said, "Oh, are you going to get it at the area?" I was flummoxed for a while. "The area?" I said.
"Yes! The area!"
The area... The area... "Oh! The dairy!" I said.