DIEZ.

'Hey, guy,' said Jenny when we arrived there. 'Are you my husband or aren't you?'
'Of course I'm your husband.'
'Show me, then.' (My God, I thought, in the street?) 'Carry me into our first home!'
I carried her up the five steps to the fron door.
'Why did you stop?' she asked. 'This isn't our home. Upstairs, boy!'