There was this long moment when you were looking at her breast, which she seemed to be proffering, then to us, as if for instruction. And Dad and I realized that you were trying to figure out if she was asking you to identify a body part, her breast, which she was basically holding in her hands, or the letter, and you didn’t want to be rude. Dad had to cough his way out of laughter. We could tell that you knew the letter but weren’t sure about the question and we thought you were going to say, “That’s your booby,” which is the word you would have used; but finally you said, very tentatively,
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