Édith had invited all of us up to Beauvais for the weekend, and on Saturday night she concocted a beautiful dinner of whole roasted fish. By the time dessert was cleared away, we had gone through ten bottles of wine, my sister was asleep on the couch, and my dad's jet lag was showing as he strained to follow the chatter, which had started out gamely enough in English but kept lapsing back into French. By 11 o'clock or so, the talk was getting pretty philosophical, and Dad was starting to fade in and out of consciousness, despite my attempts to keep him involved. Suddenly, Eric turned to him as if he'd been listening all along and practically shouted, in English, "And man created God!" Shortly after that, as my dad remembers it, things began to edge toward the ridiculous when Nera, the family dog, loudly passed gas. "Nera!" Édith shouted; then, reverting to her quirky English for the benefit of her guests, she said, "Zat was not indicated!"