Gerald was busy cooking up chicken in his own peanut satay sauce, with a touch of cayenne peppers. Once you put in the peppers, you can't take them out!

Vera was sitting at the table with her head on her folded arms.

"I want to be different!"
"Oh, Vera, you are different!"

Aaaaaaaaaargh!

Someday, Dear Reader, it will all turn into a story about Vera, Gerald, Uncle, the cats, the neighbor boy who is 13, and a perfidious person yet to be named. It is a hot August evening, and Vera is sitting by the open window. She tries to ignore the shouting from next door, but finally closes the window. Ronny, the neighbor boy, runs out his back door, slamming it. Vera can hear Ronny yelling, "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!"

Don't you hate it when writers put their stories together inside out and sideways? (But it is fun!)