It was hard getting past the root, but after the third one went in, he got the hang of it. The trick was finding a soft spot between the teeth.

Occasionally he’d slip, and Sally would scream, thrashing against the restraints.

He’d smile, calmly take another carpet tack from the box (he had plenty), and try again, all the while whispering: “Good wives don’t cheat… Good wives don’t cheat…”