The other night in bed, April woke me up by shaking my arm.

"Hey, hey, wake up."

"Huh? What? You want to go AGAIN? Girl, you're insatiable!"

"Like you could get it up twice. No, no, dummy. Listen!"

She cocked her head like one of those darned Chihuahuas.

"You hear that? It sounds like there's someone in the kitchen. I think they're eating the pot roast I made tonight."

Rolling back on my side I said, "What do we care, as long as they don't die in the house?"