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“I know, I’m worth at least three times that.”

“Seriously, Frank.” Mavis pointed at the cocoa mug on my temporary
nightstand. “Drink the hot chocolate I fixed for you. It will help you sleep.”

I didn’t believe that after my stimulating last few hours I’d be able to
do much in the way of sleeping. But I picked the cup up, took a sip. Then I
grimaced. “Not especially sweet.”

“We’re watching our intake of sugar, remember. Now drink up.”

I drank up and set the mug back on the table. Surprisingly, I was
feeling drowsy already. As my wife tiptoed out of the room and quietly shut
the door of the bedroom, I sank back and commenced slumbering.

****

“Rise and shine, chum. Off your ox and grab your sox.”

I jerked up into a sitting position. “Hum?”

“How are you feeling, dear boy?”

“I’m okay. Did you wake me up just to—”

“Shake a leg,” suggested my right knee. “The game’s afoot.”

“What game?” I swung out of bed, feeling completely awake. “Funny,
I don’t feel at all sleepy, but before—”

“That’s because we’ve counteracted the sleeping potion your fat
folknik wife slipped into your hot toddy, dumbo.”

“She’s a bit plump, but not—”

“Fat or skinny, dude, what you ought to wonder about is why she
doped you.”

“If she actually did.” I was pulling on a pair of dark blue jeans.

My left knee asked, “Who can you trust if you can’t trust your own
knees, dear boy?”
 “Socks and shoes and hurry up,” said my other knee. “She’s already
pulling out of the driveway.”

I continued dressing. “Who?”

“Your missus, the sweet singer of Sausalito, the distaff Pete Seeger.”

I glanced over at the alarm clock on the nightstand. “Were would