Fred: I’ve made a decision.

Francine: What is it, Fred?

They were in a small Italian restaurant, at a back table, sharing an antipasto.

Fred: I’ve decided to give up astrophysics and be in charge of my Uncle Leo’s coin-operated laundromat.

Francine: Oh, Fred.

She put down her fork, which held a marinated red pepper.

Francine: Are you sure?

Fred: Yes.

Francine: You realize this means we can get married.

Fred asked if she were sure? He put down his fork, which held a wedge of Genoa salami.

Francine: Of course I’m sure. My parents will be relieved.

Fred: You really think so?

Francine: Maybe you didn’t appreciate how much they dislike astrophysics? That, and quantum mechanics.

Fred: I was about six months away from my PhD, but that’s over.  I won’t be talking much  about Hawking radiation or black holes anymore.

Francine: Fine.

Fred looked for the waiter.  He wanted to ask if their fettuccine Alfredos would be coming soon.

Fred: We probably should eat quickly, because Uncle Leo wants me to open the place at 5:30 every morning. 

Francine: You’re sure there’ll be no more talk about astrophysics?

Fred: Trust me.

Francine: I do, Fred. And my father will be very pleased. Just this morning he complained about how much dirty laundry was piling up in our house.