"There's not much to enjoy when she's asleep by ten," Brian said. "Actually, its more like spending the evening with Marcus."
"And he's not my type," Marcus said.
"And what exactly is your type?" Brian asked.
"Shapely females," he said. "Really, any female who isn't my wife or who isn't anything remotely like her."
"Khaat said she isn't supposedly the nicest lady."
"Well, Evelyn is not nice. Nor is she a lady in any definition of the word. She's female, but she can even give that a bad name. The only thing decent she's ever done was to give me four great kids."
"Why are you still technically married, then?" Brian asked.
"I haven't had time to divorce her," Marcus shrugged. "And right now, it keeps me from having to marry someone else. Its working out rather well for me right now. Although, I can't imagine any woman being worse."
"She can't be that bad, surely," Brian said.
"She can be," Marcus said. "She has a shrill, annoying voice that sounds like a harpy. And the last I saw her, she was dressed in feathers from head to foot and rather looked like a harpy too. My kids are calling her The Harpy too."
"Then you won't be inviting her here to any family summer outings, I take it," Brian teased.
"Not in this lifetime," Marcus said. "My kids might be a different story, though. Maybe. If that invitation to include my family from time to time still stands."