My family…my Baba, my Mom, my Dad, (stepfather), my uncle, our Shetland sheepdog, Jolie, and I used to reside in a two-story private house in Brooklyn. (We were between cats at the time.) Baba and my uncle had the downstairs apartment while the rest of us lived upstairs.
Of course we “visited” each other all the time.
One evening, Dad was out, and Mom and I were on the couch in the living room. Mom was watching a movie on tv. I was reading.
My uncle came in, looked at the television, and said he had seen that movie.
And then he revealed the shocking outcome.
Oh, was Mom mad! Oh, was she furious!
From the look on her face, I’d say that she had a vivid urge to commit fratricide.
“Mom,” I said, “no jury would ever convict you.”