“So, he has given up on any further mating? I do not blame him; she is rather horrid. He should have found a woman with some sense—or who could at least hear.” Elizabeth stopped and glared at April. “You are speaking of my mother, you know.” “What of it? My own was nearly as stupid as a hummingbird and got herself eaten by a cat, not even a tatzelwurm, but an ordinary cat.” A shudder coursed the length of April’s tiny body.
