The doorbell rings and Kenzie Taylor answers it, greeting Mrs. Doubtfucher, a seemingly elderly lady who speaks in an exaggeratedly prim old woman’s voice. ‘I’m so happy to see you Mrs. Doubt…um…Doubt-fucke–Doubt…fucker? I’m sorry, I can’t recall–am I pronouncing it correctly? It’s a very…um….INTERESTING name!’ Kenzie laughs. ‘It’s pronounced ‘Doubt-Fyooker,’ dear, it’s a German name […]
