Lynn and Margot Drake were sitting in the front room. They glanced up.
"Darling," they both said in the same breath. "You're late."
Matt winced. He said, "I've been busy."
A third girl stuck her head out of the dining room door. "So there you are. Dinner's growing cold. Hurry up."
From upstairs a woman's voice called, "Is that Matt? It's about time. We'll miss the show if we don't hurry."
Another feminine voice said from upstairs, "It's a new film Hi Nesbit found in Louisville too."
"Come on," said Matt, "let's eat."
He ate silently, while his seven wives chattered lightly. After all, he reflected, he was better off than Nesbit. The palaeontologist had thirteen.
In the next generation, there would be a more even distribution of men and women. Not, he reflected, that it would do him any good!