Does she know me?

I bump into an old friend in the Patisserie, and we compare notes on how we're distributing our children for the summer.(Mine are with me at the time, camp finished for the day and squabbling over lemonades.)

"Still, you can't complain, can you?" she says brightly, as we part.

When did that become a rule?

Relation of addiction genes to hypothalamic gene changes subserving genesis and gratification of a classic instinct, sodium appetite