An elderly couple in the supermarket, staring into the freezers holding ice creams, discussing what the grandchildren might enjoy as a treat. She says:
There is that kind of ice cream with water. It’s not really ice cream though. What is it called?
Blank look from him. She frowns.
Do you know what I mean?
No, sorry, I don’t. Water ice?
Something like that. Like sorbet, or maybe slurry?
Slurry? Hardly. Do you mean Granita?
That’s it, only more common. You eat it with a spoon, I think. Or maybe you suck it.
Yes, that’s it. Slush Puppy. The children of the lower orders eat it in the street.
The man looks at the woman to see if she is serious. She is.