Not a War Story

"Okay, if you have to know. I was expelled from Bryn Mawr after I punched out the head of the Chemistry Department."

Leroy looked appreciative. "Did you really?"

Thea lit another cigarette and shook out the match. "Left hook. I really cleaned the poor man's clock."

Leroy tried to reconstruct the action, carrying her left fist up to his own jaw. He shook his head disbelievingly. "Why'd you do it, Mom?"

Thea flushed. "I'm so glad you got around to that, kiddo — this isn't one of your Grandpa Agnew's war stories, remember. It turns out I did it for no good reason at all."

"Say what?"