I can't say exactly why I'm chuckling writing a lot of this book, but here's an example that cracks me up between my main character Christine Macabee and her sister Louise
The scream was so loud both cats dived under the bed. From his bedroom John made it to the kitchen to see my mother holding the phone above her head and shouting into it. The call was so animated he could hear Aunt Louise on the other end.
“He’s dead!” my mother shrieked. “He died!”
“Who? Who?” Aunt Louise shouted back.
“John! He died today.”
“John? Oh my god. Oh my god.” John knew that tone. Aunt Louise is about to faint.
My mother will have none of it. “Louise, don’t toy with me. I know you’ve never liked him.”
“Never liked him? John? Christine, are you crazy?”
The light bulb goes off. There is recognition on my mother’s face.
“John DENVER, Louise.”
“John Denver? Not John?”
“Yes John, but John Denver, not our John. Do you think I’d be blubbering if it was my John? I’d be comatose.”
“Son of a holy bitch, Christine. You scared the holy hell out of me.” Then, as an afterthought, Aunt Louise added, “In this case I have no sympathy.” Then, curiosity like cream rose to the surface., “So what happened?”
I acknowledge in advance that it's possible that this may not be as funny to you as it is to me this moment. :^) but either way, it's a good ride so far :^)