She throws a beef wellington at his head. He ducks. He doesn't duck far enough, and ducks are on their mantel, over the fireplace with their children.
"Fix me a sandwich," he says.
She says, "I blogged about that already. I smell something. I'm horny. Please."
("Horny" is their code for "let's get drunk." They fell in love in high school. It's raining.)
He says, "I think there's an outrage scheduled. Hang on."
He goes into the bathroom. He comes back.
"Fuck," he says.
