The phone rang in the middle of the night.

8 PM!

Can you believe it?

My beloved Christian answered the phone.

It was Elliott.

He was in a panic.

"Christian," I could hear him cry out over the telephone, "I sent Kate to the corner store for a six-pack of beer and she hasn't returned. That was TWO HOURS ago! What should I do?"

Leave it to Christian to keep his wits about him.

"If I were you," my husband advised his brother, "I'd go get my own beer."