"She was sitting," George said. He winked at Arl, but Arl only shuddered. Now there is one henpecked king, George thought.
Then he stood up expectantly. A frog had plunked down on his head.
The look of expectancy on George's face faded. He waited, but there was nothing of Narka. No more frogs fell.
"That was tentative," Arl said.
"What do you mean, tentative?"
"I mean a tentative breakthrough into this dimension. Someone changed his mind. But I shouldn't say someone and I shouldn't say his. It was Narka." He was trembling.
"Get a hold on yourself, Arl. This is not the end of the world."
"You don't know Narka."
"You've just got to know how to handle women, that's all. Let them think they have the upper hand, and you're through. Just show them who's boss, that's all."