“Even if Salvatore does change his mind,” Nonna said, “I’m sure she’s already as knocked up as your other daughter.” Mamma grimaced. “Don’t be vulgar, Nadia.” “Oh, Madonna, salvami. I wonder how you ever had three children. You’re as squeamish as a virgin.” A headache bloomed behind my eyes and I stood. “I assure you, Nonna, I’m not pregnant. I’ve been on the pill for years.” Nonna shot Mamma a look. “No wonder your daughters are little floozies. You’re practically encouraging them!” My mamma muttered, “Better a floozy than senile,” as I headed out of the room.
