“Cat got your tongue?”
“What does that mean exactly? I never understood that phrase.”
“It’s from Egypt, the Egyptians would cut out your tongue if you lied and feed it to the cats.”
“Do you mean to raise my pressure so early this morning?”
“It’s just a figure of speech frank, don’t take it personal.” “I was just asking if you were okay? You’ve been sitting and looking out the window all morning and not saying a word. What are you looking for?”
“Just taking it all in.”
“Oh you’re looking at Mrs. Hernandez again. What a tramp! Just disgusting what some people will do for attention. Why don’t you ever look at me that way?”
“What way? What are you talking about?”
“You’re looking out the window, you’re not saying a word, and that tramp is at it again in her kitchen window. Is that what you want frank?”
“Beverly where are you going with all this?”
“I’m going to pay a visit to Mrs. Hernandez, and give her a piece of my mind, meaning I’m going to tell her that I don’t appreciate her unladylike behavior. I am going to get to the bottom of this. Then I will get our food started.”
“What are we having.”
“Tongue!”
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