ABSTRACT
I turned on the SUV's air conditioner, trusting that my dear daughter's batteries retained enough juice to handle it. I was never one for physical discomfort. Why put up with what we don't have to? Speaking of discomfort, one of my wives - I've forgotten which of the four - once asked me to please have a word with the patients who called me out frivolously. That was asking a lot. A yellow streak in me admonished, Thou shalt not offend. I lumped it and my wives bore the brunt. They resented my performance. I raised a hell of a noise, like some drug addicts, and like Mrs Thomas with her knives.
