“Euphemisms, that’s what we need.” She looked through the doorway to where Eladio sat. “Think of some euphemisms for vagina,” she shouted to him. “Poontang?” “No, nothing sexual. Medicalized terms. Come up with a list and send them to the author of the tampon article. Tell her she can’t say vagina. Send the list to Plum, too, in case she wants to use it.” It was difficult to believe we were all engaged in real work, for which we were paid. I would have to tell Carmen about this later.
