There used to be a beauty shop up the road called A Touch of Glass. At least, that's what I thought it was called, but Mum said, "Now Jeffrey, don't be a silly billy. It's A Touch of Class. The C looks like a G because the sign is written all fancy-like." We shared a laugh at my simple error. A week later Mum went to get a facial and came home with her nose cut off, an eyed gouged out and her cheeks slashed open. "You were right," she said.
Dad cooked dinner that night.