“They’re still working with Leo on his toileting – it’s about
time, he’s entering kindeegarden soon!”
said Grandmaw, “ – so we were happy when the tike left
us a nice casserole in the powder room w.c.”
“I thought I smelled something,” said Kath.
“No, that’s the venison stew,” said Grandmaw. “Soup’s on soon.”
Her homeys consigned Beatrice to the
garret of Delta Sigma Theta, which had a private bath. When she protested, she was told that her casseroles were too fragrant for the shared space below.