“I was doubtful so far, but now that I've seen women flocking to him, I’m sure of it,” Dorothy was talking to her husband, Nolan. “She married him for his looks. And look what he’s doing, chatting with them nonstop. The dogs in our house are better than him. They wouldn’t talk with strangers. Instead, they shout at them and protect us from harm. But what’s this guy doing? It looks like he can’t wait to get all their numbers! Why aren’t you saying anything?”

Nolan was slowly drinking wine. “Ah,