We are all sitting in the garden when Scooter charges into the garden with a battle-like roar.
“He’s getting treatment for that,” I remark to Scroll.
“Yay, treatment!” he says, joyfully.
Later, BiL rings with the formal invitation to his informal “do” on Sunday.
“It’s a special occasion,” he says, with mock understatement.
“Oh, yes?”
“It’s the Sabbath”
“Not for Jews, it isn’t” I comment
“No,” he agrees, “not for Muslims either”
“Or Seventh Day Adventists,” I continue.
“Do you know any Seventh Day Adventists, then?” he asks with a hint of incredulity.
“Actually, I know two…”