(Setting: it is late spring. Frieda and Craig are seated at the breakfast table on their posh patio at the rear of a posh home somewhere near unposh Ensign Peak, in Salt Lake City.)
Craig: (Stirring Nutra Sweet into his lukewarm Pero [no hot drinks in Craig’s tummy]) . . . I’m still tired because I stayed up until 2:00 A.M. reading the peace issue of Dialogue, just as you told me to.
Frieda: And you always do what I tell you to. And . . . ?