Another blast from the past -- in our small town my mother belonged to a bridge club that met weekly, rotating houses. I still recall how she set out candy dishes (from which I was not averse to lifting some) and she would dress up, even white gloves. Then there was the time I paid my little brother a penny to go out there and drop his pants. I remember the soft comments about how cute he was, then the shocked silence, then my mother dashing down the hall with him; I couldn't stop laughing and she threatened to spank me,
