Harrison’s Ford

Harrison yanked the fridge door open. ‘No Ford in here!’ he bellowed, grinning. The Leipzig maneuver was in full swing behind him. Outside birds crowed and nests hummed. Cali came in, one breast hanging out. She hitched up her briefs. ‘Shit, Harry, what’s all the locomotion?’ she whined. ‘Oh shucks, honey, I’m only foolin’ around.’ He grinned every time he spoke.