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.”