“That’s mighty nice of you,” I answered, “but I don’t think my wife would like it.”
“Oh, come on now”, she insisted.
She was so pretty and very, very persuasive. I was weak …
“Well, okay,” I finally agreed, “However, I’m sure my wife won’t like it.”
After a couple of Scotch, I thanked her and said:
“I feel a lot better now, but I know my wife is going to be really upset. So I’d better go now.”
“Don’t be silly!” she said with a smile, letting her fall slightly more open.
“Stay for a while, she won’t know anything. By the way, where is she?”
“Still under the cart, I suppose.”