“So, you’re Maxime,” Aunt Mimi said, once they were in the living room. “You hate Americans?” Aria rolled her eyes in despair… — Anna Adams Copy Share Image
Aunt Mimi possessed a horror of silence, which she battled with endless chat. The Typhoid Mary of the Telephone started her calls… — Rita Mae Brown Copy Share Image
Mother believed in enjoying herself. Aunt Mimi believed in enjoying herself, then feeling guilty about it. — Rita Mae Brown Copy Share Image
