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My cousin Anettejay uses at least one huge vocabulary word when we meet for breakfast. I think she is trying to impress me, and impress me she does.
“I think that was apprehensible,” she said to me today as we ate our pancakes.
Anettejay was referring to a mass murderer’s mode of operandi.   “Don’t you?”

“Not necessarily,” I answered.
She looked horrified.  “You do not think it was apprehensible?” she demanded.
“Not in my world,” I told her.
Knowing I would die before I gave up the word, reprehensible, I picked up my coffee cup and took a big swig.

Anettejay has another weird habit.  She does not let something go until she thinks you have agreed with her; it is all about the win. She became distressed, and quite loud now. People were staring at us.  The waitress came over and gave her two warnings to quiet down.

“Can you believe they are going to execute me out?” she asked me.
No, frankly, I could not, and I could not stop smiling either.

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