“Imogene always sitson the remote. It’s probably wedged between her butt cheeks.”“Should I go get a crowbar?”
“Booty Butt, Booty Butt, Booty Butt Cheeks”
“I wipe at her cheeks with the cuff of my green sweater because it’s the softest thing I can think of. It catches her tears without absorbing them, and they hang between the fibers like stars.”
“I went back outside and manually released my butt cheeks.”
“It gets more exciting," Imogen assured her. "You must be patient, Galina.""If it takes too long, I'll be dead," Nana replied.”
“I grimace, thinking someone should come up with a new phrase for 'I left the ocean without a kiwi-sized chunk of my lower-left butt cheek' to replace the rather nebulous term 'exploratory bite.”