“It’s hypothetical,” I said. “Now, say your neighbor’s dog is so . . . cute, and you want him—er, her for yourself.” “I think, if I could, I would rather have a cat,” Nonna answered while looking out the window. “Fine,” I sighed. “A cat, then. You want your neighbor’s cat—” “We’re not getting a cat, Elena,” Mamma said. Oh my god.
