Agnes, my mother-in-law looked at me, an exasperated look on her face. “What is wrong with you?” She snapped. “Am I asking the impossible, or what? Is it too much that I ask a simple little favor?”
“Oh c’mon, Agnes.” I argued. “Jesus! Where do you get the idea that it’s such a simple goddam favor, eh? I’m thinking that..” “Stop that profanity!” She said firmly. “I’m not religious, but I won’t have you talking to me like that. A little respect if you please!”
I modified my voice. “I’m sorry Agnes. You