He lifted his face. "Yes?"
"Yes, dear."
That comforted. "Und also," he observed philosophically, "de olt lady, she goes mit."
"Ikey!" Sue sat back, displeased.
"Oh, scuses! Scuses!"
"She's my mother."
"You—you sure?"
"Why, Ikey!" she cried, astonished.
"Alvays I—I like to t'ink de oder t'ing."
"What other thing?"