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It was only after Theodore had showered and returned to the bedroom that Betty Elizabeth had the opportunity to ask her husband about the episode at the cemetery. She tried to ask in a casual fashion, as she fluffed pillows and turned down covers. Because of her own involvement, it was a conversation she felt entitled to know about. |
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"So," she asked, "what happened out there today?" |
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Theodore was still sitting on the edge of the bed, removing his slippers. "Strange, real strange," he reflected. "Would you believe it? He actually had a present for Father." |
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Betty Elizabeth had long ago learned that it wasn't necessary to hang on every word her boring husband uttered. In fact, she had confided to one of her girlfriends that the poor quality of his conversation only was exceeded by his even clumsier attempts at lovemaking. Now, even though she was the one who had asked the question, she was only half-listening. |
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"Present?" she repeated idly. |
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"Uh-huh," Theodore muttered, "a jar of something." |
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"What do you mean, 'a jar of something'? Didn't he tell you what was in it?" |
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Another of his irritating little habits resurfaced. He didn't answer her. He scooted off the edge of the bed and lay on the floor, face |
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