ME: Hey, Stella. How's it going (I always call my mother by her first name)?
STELLA: Hiya, Frank. How are you?
ME: I'm doin' great. How 'bout you?
STELLA: I'm doin' pretty good. About the same. Are you coming down?
ME: Yes. I was planning on driving over around lunch time.
STELLA: Oh, that would be great. But, Aunt Anna Maria and I need you stop before you come over.
ME: OK. Stop? Where?
STELLA: Well, we need some fruit.
STELLA: Yes. We're all out of fruit.
ME: OK. What kind of fruit?
STELLA (talking to her sister): Anna Marie, what type of fruit do you want?
ANNA MARIE (in the background): Get some apples. Red delicious.
STELLA: Get 3 red delicious. Wait. Better make it 4.
ME: OK. What else?
STELLA: What else, Anna Marie?
ANNA MARIE: Tell him to get some pears. Bosch pears. 3 or 4.
ME: I heard her.
ANNA MARIE: And, some plums. The dark, black ones. And, a bunch of bananas. We both like bananas. So does the dog. Tell him to get a bunch of bananas, too.
ME: I heard her. Anything else?
STELLA (yelling to her sister): Anything else?
ANNA MARIE: No, I don't think so. That should do it.
STELLA: No, Frankie. That should do it.
ME: OK. I'll stop at the Korean grocer in town and get you your fruit.
STELLA: Thanks, Frankie. Don't forget.
ME: Don't worry, Stella. I won't.