George waved her away and brought the receiver close to his mouth.
"Rosy, listen," George hissed. "Put that damn thing away till I get home. We're going to the Emperor Room with Beth and Charlie."
There was a short silence. "You said you wanted a home-cooked meal," Rosy said. "To remind you how married you are."
George looked up at Maude Doody standing at his desk. "That sounds like a personal call," Meddlin' Maude said.
"It's my wife."
"You've been on that phone three minutes," Meddlin' Maude said, glancing at her watch. "You know company policy on personal calls, George."
"I'm a homemaker," Rosy was saying. "I want to make dinner for you and Timmy."
"Oh, go to hell!" George said.
Meddlin' Maude clutched at her heart.
Rosy gasped.