"Spit spit spit! What nonsense! If it moves, it's fine. Who cares how it moves? Stop saying such bad luck things!"
Cathy quickly hugged my mother's arm and acted coquettishly.
"Mom, I want to eat sour apricots. You won't refuse to buy them for me, will you...?"
My mother looked at me immediately.
"What are you standing there for? Go to the market and buy some sour plums for my grandson!"
Stopping for a moment, my mother changed her mind.
"Forget it, the apricots cost several dollars a pound now. You can just go up the hill and pick some wild apricots yourself!"
Just as Cathy ate two pounds of wild apricots in one sitting that evening, something went wrong.
