Magda twisted in her chair and glared at Zizi, who was still standing by the front door. “Are you tittering behind my back?”

Turning back to Nadia, she said, “Zizi was twittering, wasn’t she? Twittering and twattling at me back there!” Again she swiveled around to look at Zizi. “Come over here,” she said, pointing to the sofa. “Sit right there, in front of me, where I can keep my eye on you. And no tiddering.”

Facing Nadia once again, she laid her forearms on the table so that her body slumped forward, her face closer to Nadia’s. “I’m afraid this is very serious business, Nadia.”