Rose: OK. Now, I know no one wants to hear one of my stories right now.
Dorothy: That's usually a pretty safe bet, Rose.
Rose: But you need to know about my cousin Ingmar. Ingmar was different. He used to do bird imitations.
Blanche: Well, what's wrong with that?
Rose: Well, let's just say you didn't want to park your car under their oak tree. No, Ingmar was different. His mother used to say he brought shame to the house of Hausenfeffershtuledunker. Anyway, you're all wondering where this story is going, so I'll skip the part where he ran up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs-
Dorothy: Rose, you're not skipping!
Rose: Sorry. The point is, it was shame that kept Aunt Katrina from loving slow Ingmar. And it ruined her life. Oh, don't let that happen to you, Sophia. Let go of the shame. So what if he was different? It's OK that you loved him.