"Ohhhh, yes...ummmm, yes," she softly responded as she nodded her head in agreement.
The drunkard blathered on and on quite oblivious to his wife's distant gaze. Her husband's problems she couldn't solve. But she eventually solved hers by becoming deaf to him all the while imagining herself and a "friend", Mr. J. Bond, on a tropical island sipping pina coladas and skinny dipping in warm turquoise waters.