Juanita is militantly, wonderfully, super-Catholically, stereotypically-Saint Louis-ly Irish. If you cut her,* she probably bleeds green. Anyway, I saw a picture in the local paper today of a woman with the same surname as some of Juanita’s 90-bajillion cousins.
Me: Are you related to —— —— ? There’s enough of them I figured it might be a cousin’s kid?
Juanita: Maybe… I’d have to ask [one of Juanita’s sisters]. Why?
Me: Just saw someone in the paper named that.
Juanita: Bank robber?
*This is not an invitation. You best stay the hell away from my Momma. If you cut her, I cut you. Across the throat.