It is a very pretty name, Mma. I should like to be called Poppy. The compliment drew a smile. I used to be very embarrassed about it, said Poppy. I used to try to hide my name from people. I thought it was a very silly name. Mma Ramotswe shook her head. There was nothing embarrassing about the name Poppy, but there was no telling what names people would find embarrassing.

Bubba and Bubbette love rasslin' because Bubba and Bubbette should really walk around wearing a sandwich board that reads quick, someone give me a lobotomy.

Her abundant hair, of a dark and glossy brown, was neatly plaited and coiled above an ivory column that rose straight from a pair of gently sloping shoulders, clearly outlined beneath the light muslin frock that covered them.

Mona dashed to the window and peeped down at an elegantly dressed brunette waiting in the entrance alcove. She certainly looked like a friend of Serra's. The lipstick lesbians were everywhere.