"Guest for supper?" asked Chuckie.
"Yeah, this is Anke. She's a student."
"What is he teaching you?"
"I don't know one end of a brush
from the other," the girl admitted.
"In other words, everything he knows."
said Chuckie, slyly grinning.
"Your English is coming right along."
"Y'think? Drink, Anke?"
"May I, Professor Simple?"
"Don't call me simple. Call me Eli.
That's Mrs. Simple."
"Arzhaiana."
"Arzhaiana."
"There you go," said Chuckie, the
second Mrs. Simple sweeping out like
a pink silk pj clad 30's movie-queen...
"I like your wife," said the girl, with a
smiling overbite. . . "Don't try to steal
her," he joked. "I like her too.
Let's get drunk."
"Okay."