Sitting down beside him on the couch, she placed two ibuprofen in his open hand. “Maybe these will help,” then she reached up to touch the rising lump on his forehead.

“Easy!” He winced in exagerrated pain. She rolled her eyes, “I said I was sorry,” and fell back crossing her arms.

“I can’t believe you hit me with the bat.”

“It was only the wooden one.”

“Only the.. wooden.. are you crazy? Have you seen my head?”

“Well, I didn’t know it was you!”

“You looked me in the eyes!”

“It’s three thirty in the morning.”

“And I said ‘sorry I’m so late honey’, then wham!”

“I didn’t hear you.”

“You dropped your elbow! Then re-positioned and swung!!”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Yes. You did!”

“No. I didn’t.”

“Yes. You… look at this. At my head. You did!”

“Anyway. You can’t prove that I knew you were you. And it is three thirty in the morning. Well, three forty- five now.”

“Oh. My. God.”

“So. What are you going to tell the guys at work Monday?”