Grandma

It was New Year's Eve and the house was brightly decorated with holiday trappings. The only sound that broke the quiet was the click of Grandma's knitting needles. The children, Jane, eight and Mary, five, were seated in front of a cheerily burning fire, leafing through a picture book. Tired of this, they went over to Grandma's rocker. Jane climbed up on the arm of the chair and Mary snuggled into Grandma's cozy lap.

"Tell us a story," begged Mary.

"Oh," said the old lady, laying aside her knitting and wrapping her arms around the children. "What story should I tell you?"

"Tell us our favorite story," whispered little Jane eagerly. "About the time you were a hooker in Chicago."