Conversations with Delphine, V

This morning Delphine slept late, and she was in an exceptionally chatty mood when she woke up. She came into bed with farting on the mind, and asked,

"Who farted?"

"I don't know," I said, "who?"

"I think Zaida farted."


"Zaida has a big white moustache. And hair. His hair match his moustache." A pause. "Zaida is very old."