A new beginning soon

"Hussy, did you help with making all this?" Lindy asked from her seat at the long table on which the feast was spread out under the huge outdoor roof top. "A lot of the food has got a real funny aftertaste."

"That weird taste is just from the shit you’re always talking," replied Danica who was sitting on Gio’s lap directly opposite the old dragon.

Lindy gasped. "I hope your language will improve when the baby’s born. I don’t want my grandchild going round cursing like that or being sarcastic."

Danica sighed dreamily. "I really wish I’d known you when you were alive. I bet you weren’t so sour, prudish and senile back then."

"Gio, you can’t let her talk to me like that! This rudeness is uncalled for."

"He’s not going to help you," sang Danica. "He likes sex too much to interfere."