“Amelia, maybe you and I should go skinny-dipping,” Mrs. Ledbetter said, a twinkle in her eyes.
“Sure,” Amelia said.
“You can’t do that,” Mama said, horrified.
“Mrs. Cantrell, I know you’re a very conservative person, but you know, once in a while, you have to let your hair down. Smoke a little dope or something. Get your tits out. Life is short.”
Mama opened her mouth to reply, but no words came out.
“Come now, Mrs. Cantrell, it’s not as bad as all that,” Mrs. Ledbetter added. “Stephen and I were—how should I put it?—very adventurousin our day. I remember we went camping in the Pyrenees. Ever been there?”
“The what, dear?” Mama asked.
“The Pyrenees. In France. Mountains, dear. We had just married, and we were in this little tent on the edge of a small lake, and we had a bonfire going, and we sat there all evening, completely nude.”
“Oh, heavens!” Mama exclaimed, lowering her eyes and blushing.
Amelia giggled.