"Bertram carried the style stereos," said Gloria. "There wasn't any pocket in my costume."
Abruptly, Scholar Ross said, "Miss Hanford, how are you and Bertram getting along?"
"As well as could be expected."
"Meaning what?"
"Meaning that each of us lives our own life. Berty likes his sedentary, torpid existence. In fact, he'd like to be more of a vegetable than he is. It started with his taking my pills and that was all right, I guess. But when he started sleeping in my bedroom so that he could estivate under the tranquilizing music program you prescribed for me, that was too much!"
Scholar Ross looked unprecedentedly astonished. "So?" he demanded.
"What do you mean 'so'? What would any red blooded woman do? I moved out and into his bedroom, naturally."
"And then started taking his medication?" asked Scholar Ross curtly.
"Natch!"
"Oh, my God!" exploded Scholar Ross. He eyed Gloria intently. "How do you manage to get Bertram awake far enough to attend things like your costume ball?" he asked.