SILVER: Sooo, pop? What are you going to tell people?
ME: You mean when they ask how I got this scratch on my face?
SILVER: Yeah. I mean if it comes up.
ME: I’m going to “tell” people that I was walking along the street when I saw some nasty no-goodnicks robbing a nun.
SILVER: Do nuns carry money?
ME: Robbing a lawyer who used to be a nun.
SILVER: Oooo. Creative!
ME: I yelled “Stop in the name of all things right and holy!”, at which point they ran off. And I ran off after them.
SILVER: Aren’t people going to get suspicious when you of all people say you ran anywhere?
ME: Aren’t you gonna shut up?
SILVER: Sorry. Continue.
ME: Thank you. Anyway, I cornered them in a dark alley. It was at this point that I subdued them and held them for the police. But not before one of them flashed a switchblade….
SILVER: … and gave you that scar, or rather scratch, on your face.
ME: Exactly!
SILVER: Very nice. So…. You’re not going to tell them the truth?
ME: You mean that it was really from you when I was trying to hold you still while the vet tech tried to trim your nails? No, I think I’ll take that to the grave.
SILVER: My hero!
