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Was
n't
there
an
old
joke
about
the
wife
who
talked
so
much
on
the
telephone
that
her
desperate
husband
ran
out
to
the
nearest
store
and
telephoned
her
to
ask
what
was
for
dinner
?
Well
,
then
,
why
did
n't
he
buy
himself
an
audio-Seashell
broadcasting
station
and
talk
to
his
wife
late
at
night
,
murmur
,
whisper
,
shout
,
scream
,
yell
?
But
what
would
he
whisper
,
what
would
he
yell
?
What
could
he
say
?
And
suddenly
she
was
so
strange
he
could
n't
believe
he
knew
her
at
all
.
He
was
in
someone
else
's
house
,
like
those
other
jokes
people
told
of
the
gentleman
,
drunk
,
coming
home
late
at
night
,
unlocking
the
wrong
door
,
entering
a
wrong
room
,
and
bedding
with
a
stranger
and
getting
up
early
and
going
to
work
and
neither
of
them
the
wiser
.
"
Millie
...
?
"
he
whispered
.
"
What
?
"
"
I
did
n't
mean
to
startle
you
.
What
I
want
to
know
is
...
"
"
Well
?
"
"
When
did
we
meet
.
And
where
?
"
"
When
did
we
meet
for
what
?
"
she
asked
.
"
I
mean
--
originally
.
"
He
knew
she
must
be
frowning
in
the
dark
.
