My friend was among the youngest of a large family, all the others being boys who tormented her as they were growing up. She felt the quality of being male verged on demonhood. I knew her when we were both SOMEWHAT adults. She was the Relief Society President (this a women’s organization devoted to IMPROVEMENT and SERVICE. I was assigned me as her Visiting Teacher because I as well as this friend made bread. All who desired a Visiting Teacher were given a one, as a special friend to love them and visit in their home at least once a month. My friend was a master baker and no one had ever brought her bread and she told me she expected ME to do so. I can’t imagine she’d heard my bread was good in fact anyone kind might have called it unique.
I did bring her bread; how much she ate I don’t know.

It was a joy to know her better.  I found the previous Christmas she’d purchased finger paints for her brothers’ many kids. The year before loud whistles.
“How was Christmas?” I asked in January because their ethnic and family tradition was to meet at the oldest female’s home for the celebration. She, being the eldest matriarch, was still titillating at the memory.
She’d bought drums! Can you imagine; a house full of excited kids WITH DRUMS? The next year she was even more excited about Christmas because she bought BABY ALLIGATORS! That couldn’t have been any more quiet than the drums the year before. This is when the wives came to her in the kitchen. They said, they’d heard their husbands brag about growing up with her, they understood the need for revenge. But when HER BROTHERS spend most of the day OUT of the home it was THEY who were left with the paint, whistles, drums and baby alligators! They were not happy.

Boomerang!