Remember how I approached Jerry about what we’d seen? I said, “Jerry, be honest, do people have sex before they’re married?” You elbowed my ribs, and Jerry was taken aback by the question, but she said, “Yes, honey. They do.” That was a revelation, wasn’t it? You and I gawked at each other like the time we unearthed where our tooth fairy money came from. You choked on your Froot Loops, and I hushed the word “fuck” for the first time in front of an adult.
Religious Trauma!
