replied nonchalantly. “The Smiths bought one for their bedroom.
I liked it so much, I got one for us too.”
No more was said about the statue, not even later that night when
they went to sleep. Around two in the morning the husband got out
of bed, went to the kitchen and returned a while later with a
sandwich and a glass of milk.
“Here,” he said to the ‘statue’, “eat something. I stood like an
idiot at the Smiths’ for three days and nobody offered me as much as a glass of water.”