We didn’t do anything about the cat, the fuse box, or anything else. We crept into bed, and she cracked up. She cried, and then got a chill so she was trembling all over, and it was a couple of hours before I could get her quiet. She lay in my arms a while, then, and we began to talk.
“Never again, Frank.”
“That’s right. Never again.”
“We must have been crazy. Just plain crazy.”
“Just our dumb luck that pulled us through.”
“It was my fault.”
“Mine too.”
“No, it was my fault. I was the one that thought it up. You didn’t want to. Next time I’ll listen to you, Frank. You’re smart. You’re not dumb like I am.”
“Except there won’t be any next time.”
“That’s right. Never again.”