He told his wife that he was going to Chinatown. He was going to buy a bag of rice. She said to wait until next week. The streets and sidewalks were still icy. He said he would be careful. She frowned. He said he would be back in an hour. She frowned again. Chinatown's streets and sidewalks were indeed icy. But he didn't slip or fall. He finished his shopping. He took the R train home. His wife was still upset. She said he was lucky he hadn't fallen. She had been worried the whole time he was gone. "Why don't you listen to me?" she asked. "Why do you always make me worry?" He said, "I got you something nice from Chinatown." She said she didn't want anything nice from Chinatown. He gave her a package of fresh-cooked squab. Her frown disappeared. "I'll forgive you this time," she said.