My new friend Harriet and I were laughing about the things our mothers told us when we were kids—like not to wear patent leather shoes because boys could see up your skirt; make sure to always wear clean underwear in case we were in a car accident; and most importantly, to sit with our legs together, close together.
“It was so silly,” we agreed.
“As though something would fly up there,” I said.
Harriet snorted. “Fly up there?” she said. My mom was afraid something would fly out. I guess that’s the difference between Catholic and Jewish mothers,” she said.