"Lunch, dear."
"Be right there."
She peeked too, as she had for fifteen years, but I blocked her view when I slipped out.
"Come on, you old hermit. I have a buffet on the terrace."
"Our daughter says I'm eccentric. Wonder how the devil she found out."
"From me, of course."
"But you love me just the same."
"I adore you." She stretched on tiptoe and put her arms over my shoulders and kissed me.
My wife did indeed have a delicious-looking buffet ready on the terrace. The maid was just setting down a warmer filled with hot hamburgers. I gave the maid a pinch and said, "Hello, baby."
My wife looked at me with a puzzled smile. "What on Earth's got into you?"