I don't usually post so much in one day. Anyway....
"Hookers!" she snapped, yanking her hand away from the hot kettle to stick her fingers in her mouth. Immediately after the word left her mouth she could feel her mother looking at her. When she turned she noted that is wasn't a look that asked 'are you okay?' but rather one that very clearly said 'Amy Marie!'
"What?" she asked around her fingertips.
"Hooker is not a swear word, it's a profession."
And there was that look again.