Duck. Soup!

 Duck. Soup! 

“What’s up?” I asked Uncle Albert because he’d asked me to lunch at his digs. I wondered what he might want.

     “Why should something be up?” he asks. “Nothing’s up,” he said.

     Then he said, “But what does it mean ‘she could eat me up’?” – referring to Maggie who’d made our lunch. [See here.]

     “It means,” I said, “that she’s not her mother. That’s something her mother would say, so she’s not saying it.”

     “But she did say it.”

     “Do you really like milk?” I said. “You said you did.”

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