"Look," Sylvia said, "I have the second book in the Hunger Games series!"
I took the book in hand, eyes on the cover. "'Catching Fire,'" I read. "Ooo! Does any one catch fire?"
"No," Sylvia said. "It's a metaphor."
Disappointed, I raised my fists over my head with an air of wounded melodrama.
"Metaphors have no place in literature!" I said. Then I smiled, pleased with myself. "Hey, that's kind of clever, isn't it?"
"Very amusing," she replied in the tone of a wife long used to her husband's eccentricities. And then off she went with her book.