— Hurry, she whispered, stand in the corner.
She rubbed baby oil all over him, dusted him with talcum powder, and said:
— Don’t move until I tell you. Pretend you’re a statue.

— What’s this? her husband asked 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.
Nothing more was said, even when they went to bed.
