Cry Snooker

By ANDREW FETLER
Illustrated by DICK FRANCIS
What a wife! Pretty, smart ... and when she cooked it was just out of this world!
Baby Doll, George called from the bathroom.
There was no answer.
George wrapped a towel around his rump and came into the living room. Rosy sat curled up reading a magazine.
Do me a favor, Rosy, George said. Put caps on bottles so your perfume won't evaporate. I paid twelve bucks for that Chanel.
Rosy looked up at him, stretching her neck a little.
And next time close the damn Bendix so I won't have to swim through the basement to shut it off.
I told you, the catch wouldn't catch.
The catch would catch all right if you didn't leave Timmy's diaper hanging out.
That's not fair, Rosy said. Blaming little Timmy.