“No, what I have is a snack for the North Korean Army.  The meat must have slipped off somewhere.  Why don’t we try to find it together?”

 

“Mrs. Cosby said we are no longer eating meat.”

 

“She did?”  I looked down the table at Camille.  “Dear, if I got a letter from the Pope, do you think I could...”

 

“Bill, meat is bad for us and we just have to cut it out.  It’s full of fat that could kill you.  I’m sorry, I forgot to tell you.”

 

“So am I.  I could’ve started eating out at a place where they don’t mind who they kill.”

 

“Honey, lots of people are vegetarians.”

 

“And lots of people like to get hit with whips, but I’ve managed to be happy not joining them.”

 

Nevertheless I became a vegetarian.  A husband should go with the flow of his marriage, even when that flow leads over a cliff.

 

About two years later, however, I sat down to dinner one night and a steak suddenly appeared on my plate.