“On my husband’s farm, we had goats,” said Halla. She frowned. “I can’t say I miss them.” “I’ve never kept goats,” said Sarkis, doggedly determined to keep up his end of the conversation. “No one really keeps goats, do they? They just have goats. Like having in-laws, if your in-laws climbed on the roof and kicked.” “I have had in-laws that did both those things.” “What, really?” “Primarily when drunk.”
