“Yes, of course, but people expect that type of thing from Zizi. Every unusual aspect of that party is stamped with Zizi’s particular flair for the amazing. The incongruity, as you refer to it, all begins with the fact that a Hungarian fundraiser is held at an Italian-American Club. The fun begins right there.”

Dominic squirmed. This talk with his mother was beginning to feel a lot like those little nurturing talks he endured while he was growing up. He stood, bent over and kissed her cheek. “Oh, what’s the use. C’mon, make me a cup of coffee. I know you’ll never tell me what hold Aunt Zizi has over you. All I’m sure of is, every time she comes up with one of her unorthodox ideas, you go along with it, no matter how ridiculous it is.”