“Are we having a fight?” he said.

It came out like a burp. But if it was going to get asked, he was glad he’d managed to ask it before she did. If they were, that is. Having a fight.

“What do you mean?” she said.

“I don’t know,” he said.

“Then why did you ask it?” she said.

“I don’t know,” he said again, officially giving up any advantage he’d gained by demonstrating he had no idea what to do with it.

“Well, then think about it,” said his wife, “and get back to me.”