We were sitting in the TV room, watching King Of Queens, the three of us each occupying a Lazy-Boy, when my mother said, "Ed has such smooth feet."
"I know, they're like babies' feet." I said, looking over at Ed's sockless feet propped up on the footrest.
"Frank had feet like a baby." my mother said.
"I know. Ed's are the exact same way." I said, talking about Ed like he wasn't sitting right there.
"My feet used to be so S-U-B-T-L-E." my mother said, spelling the word.
"Subtle?" I said.
"Yeah." she said.
"I think you mean supple." I said.
"S-U-P-P-L-E?" she spelled again. "Supple? Is that what you're saying?" she said.
"Yes, Mom. Supple. Smooth. Soft." I said. "Like buttery leather."
"Well now they're like potato chips." she said.
And that's the moment Ed decided to pop into the conversation.
"Crunchy and salty?" he said.
I don't even need to tell you how much that confused my mother.
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