Seven Up (Stephanie Plum, #7)

by Janet Evanovich

“Only now he’s gone,” Mary Alice said. “He left us so he could sleep with the baby-sitter. I saw them kissing once and Daddy had a fork in his pants and it was sticking straight out.” “Forks do that sometimes,” Grandma said.

“New look,” I said. “What’s the occasion?” “It’s my first day as a lesbian.”

Grandma took a cupcake and sat down. “Have you been on Stephanie’s motorcycle yet?” she asked Valerie. “I rode on it tonight and it made my privates tingle.”