Yesterday I announced to “Ralph” that I was going to dress up for Halloween with the implicit suggestion that he (and everyone else) should also dress up.
Ralph: “What are you going to be?”
Miss Print: “I’m going to be a witch . . . a purple one.”
Ralph (with raised eyebrow): “What do you mean ‘going to be’?”
Right through my heart Ralph, right through my heart.
Miss Print 