She went through a one week long dry spell. At the end of it we were sitting on the sofa watching some inane program on cable TV, having a glass of wine. One thing we hardily agreed on was we both liked good red wines. We would occasionally spurge on a couple of bottles, especially after she had a good sale or I got an article printed. We had gone through about half a bottle of an excellent French red and were just mellow. It was a Friday and neither of us had to work the next day. She was stretched out with her feet in my lap as I...