A few days after the milk expedition, Dad called.
"Ever since the other day, all I've been hearing from your mother is 'buh-pup-buh, buh-pup-buh, buh-pup-buh'. Like a damn broken record. Even up here, I can hear her still."
"You're up in your room?"
"I had to get away from her. I can't take it anymore."
There was a pause. A companionable silence.
"Y'know, that's another reason I don't want her in the same hole. All I'll hear for eternity is bu-pup-buh, buh-pup-buh, buh-pup-buh."