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."
His hands tried to crush an invisible bowling ball. "Just a little ... presence of mind, Rosy. Okay?"
"You dropped your towel," Rosy said, looking away.
George ran into the bedroom and came back in his pajamas. "For God's sake, honey, try to remember what you're doing when you're doing it. Like with the power mower."