"Ghost stories, of course."
"And why ghost stories?"
"Well, I'm blessed, when you know just as much as I do they're the only genuine hair-raising stuff."
On my way to the elevated I sometimes stop in to leave an order at our grocer's.
Just this morning I found him taking an order from a new customer, who, I judged, had not been married very long.
Of course I couldn't help hearing some fragments of their delightful conversation.
I have a higher opinion of that grocer now.
He must have served his time as a court interpreter.
"You might send me a pound of paralysed sugar," she said.