Loud Scream heard from the upper rooms. I dash (in a manner of speaking) up the stairs. Lewis is weeping tragically. Inge looks in fine form.
“INGE,” I intone majestically. “WHAT DID YOU DO TO BUDDY?”
“Weeeeeellllllllll….,” she says, playfully cocking her head at the rug and skewing about like a waterlogged toy boat.
“Weeeelllll….Buddy hit me.”
“Ah. And what did you do him?”
“I patted him on the head.”