'Did she work with him in the field?' I asked.
'Good Heavens, no! She knows nothing at all about anthropology.'
'Didn't she even do the index or the proof-reading for one of his books? You know what it often says in a preface or dedication — “To my wife, who undertook the arduous duty of proof-reading” or making the index.'
'She may have done that. After all, it's what wives are for.'
He suddenly smiled and I remembered my Lenten resolution to try to like him. It was getting a little easier but I felt that at any moment I might have a setback.