“Hurry,” she said to him, “stand in the corner.”
She rubbed baby oil all over him, then dusted him with talcum powder.
“Don’t move until I tell you,” she said, “pretend you’re a statue.”
“What’s this?” the husband inquired as he entered the room.
“Oh it’s a statue,” she replied, “the Smiths bought one and I liked it so I got one for us, too.”
No more was said, not even when they went to bed.
Around 2am, the husband got up and went to the kitchen and returned with a sandwich and a beer.
“Here,” he said to the statue, have this. I stood like that for two days at the Smiths and nobody offered me a damned thing.”
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