It was New Years Eve, and the house was brightly decorated with sprigs of holly and mistletoe. Only the clicking of Grandma's knitting needles broke the silence. The children, Polly, eight, and Janice, six, were seated before the roaring fireplace leafing through a picture book. Then they rose and went over to Grandma's rocker. Polly climbed up on the arm of the chair, and Janice snuggled into Grandma's warm lap.
"Tell us a story Grandma", Janice pleaded.
"Oh", said the old lady, putting aside her knitting and wrapping her arms about the children, "What should I tell you?"
Little Polly's voice came gently, "Tell us about the time you were a whore in Chicago."
Richard Prince 1994