Her daughter, me, the village idiot with the ice cream cone in the middle of her forehead, is still standing there, slack-jawed. "You coming? You no coming?" "Oh, my God." I said, "OK,
Su hija, yo,, la tonta del pueblo con el cono de helado en medio de su frente, sigue ahí parada con la boca abierta. "¿Vienes? ¿No vienes?" "Ay, Dios