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, fine. Does pop
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 mío," dije. "OK,