Here’s one of my favorites. From Pagan Babies:
(Debbie said,) “You know who the buyer was?”
“I didn’t ask. Anyway, the first couple of times we made the run, no problem,” Terry said. “The time we’re talking about, only Johnny and I made the trip. Dickie wasn’t feeling good and stayed home. But when I say home I mean Johnny’s house in Hamtramck. Dickie lived with Johnny, his wife Regina and their three kids—two little boys swore all the time, did whatever they wanted, and a fifteen-year-old girl, Mercy, who was studying hard to become a hooker.”
Debbie said, “Mercy?”
“Regina’s born again.”
“Don’t tell me,” Debbie said, “this is about Mercy and Uncle Dickie.”