“Why did you invite your parents over on the most horrible night?” Harriet asked Clem. “It’s pouring!”
“When I was young,” he explained, “they forced me to visit their insane relatives who had perfect rooms no one was allowed to go into, and bowls of wax fruit. They drove me nuts. I wanted the last laugh. I’ll hide their umbrellas when they get here. Then when they ask what to do I’ll point to those fakes and say, ‘Sorry, those are all we have.’ This way maybe they’ll finally understand my point.”
She just shrugged and humored him.