Curtis was doing the dishes earlier this evening while Mary, Howard and I looked at something on the computer in the kitchen corner. Suddenly Curtis cried out, "Fucking Dick Cheney! Goddamn him!"
"What's wrong?" I asked, supposing he'd just heard something terrible. "Are you listening to the news on your iPod?"
"Nah, I was just thinking about him," Curtis said. He paused, then added, "The fucker."