Here She Comes You'Ll See

Here she comes. You’ll see. The room got quiet. Yes, she was an unknown girl. Her knockers were not only enormous They were practically loose. The women did not seem to notice. Grandma was stirring up a big pot of spaghetti. My mother, the Den mother, was chopping salads. There were eight of us boys, and we were twelve. We were eaters. The girl was unknown to us. But we were fascinated. We had never seen them out in the open like that. We began to giggle. She turned and they knocked a lamp off. “No worries!” Grandma said. “Just pick it back up.” As she was picking it up, she said “ouch!” Because they were slapped up against it. “Loosen your grip,” Danny one of my friends said. She did, and it worked. She came over to thank him and hit him in the eye with one of them. He jumped up and ran out screaming. He had never been hit like that before. All that bragging about his experience. Grandma turned and looked at the unknown. “Go get more clothes on!” she ordered her. Taking away our fun. Apparently she is my cousin. Who knew?