Neither suggested that they go out. She did some chores, and he got three solid hours in on his field notes. When she went into the bathroom, he took ...he last page out of the typewriter. He had his piles of paper back in order when she came out and slipped rapidly into bed. He’d convinced her to sleep naked, but she was still shy about going around naked when he was dressed.His own preparations done, he joined her. “Mmm,” he said after the kiss. “Bed morning, tomorrow?” His hand smoothed down. I try to keep him quiet, and he’s getting better at that.”“The noise statutes don’t say anything about friendliness,” old Mr. Verrano said. “They give limits on how much noise your dog can make and when. Your dog is breaking those limits. And they don’t say anything about getting better. They say that when your dog breaks those limits once, you have to get rid of it.”“Now, George,” Mrs. Zelnick said, “you know that if those rules were enforced that way, you’d have called the cops, and not come. Then, after dinner, I got up to clear away the dishes and stuff, and Sharon just stepped right in, helping to clear the table, and she even started washing the dishes. ‘You don’t have to do that,’ I protested, but she replied, ‘I want to help, it just feels right to help,’ and she was smiling through the whole thing. She washed, and I dried and put away the dishes, and it just struck me how very normal that was. After dinner, we went into the living room, and Sharon started looking at my record. What I didn't know is that she found measleep and wet and before waking me she had skimmed over the story thatwas still up on my screen."Wake up Georgia, you fucking peed all over your clothes and your chair."I jumped up from being startled and tried to apologize."Clean this mess up properly and meet me in the bedroom. And you hadbetter do a good job. Now hurry up." Can't I at least change first?" NO! Now get to it!" OK, OK, relax. It's no big deal." "No big deal? You pissed all over your.