Just when you think you know a woman...

The other night I was looking through one of those kinds of books that is chock full of questions like, "If you had to lose one of your five senses, which would you choose?'' and "If you could have dinner with anyone in history, who would it be?''
I turned to Susan and read this question: "If you had to spend the rest of your life in a cell, with one other person, who would that person be?''
Without missing a beat or looking up from her book, she said, "Kathy,'' a friend of ours.
I cleared my throat loudly.
"Don't you mean me?'' I asked.
"In a cell? For the rest of my life? I don't think so,'' she said.
"Why not?'' I asked.
"Well, for one thing I wouldn't look forward to you asking me all these kinds of questions when I can't get away,'' she said.
I told her that I didn't think she'd thought this through. What if there were no conjugal visits?
She just shrugged.
I'll tell you one thing. If Sue ever gets sent up the river, I'm not putting a file in her birthday cake.