“My husband, someone framed me...” She rushed up to him, gasping for breath, only to find him holding a young woman close and feeding her sweetly. “Come on, open wide...”
“My husband, they’re going to arrest me...” She pleaded with him as the people coming to take her away approached. But he held the woman beside him and said flirtatiously, “Darling, your hair’s a mess...”
“My husband, they’re going to kill me...” She shouted to him from inside the prison cart. He answered impatiently, “Can’t you see your husband is busy?”
Busy? With four or five women gathered around him, he certainly seemed busy.
Only when he saw her gazing lovingly at another man did he finally realize: Wait a minute, that’s my wife!
