Normality or a Lack Thereof  "Well, nobody's perfect," Osgood
says cheerfully–  And the world stops and stares at him for a
moment, trying to figure out if he could have really just said
that.  Then the moment ends, as Sugar, apparently finished
reuniting with Joe, leans over into the front of the motorboat.
"Where are we going?" she asks breathily. Her wrap trails off
her shoulders, and both ends of her jiggle. Osgood and Joe both
stare at the end nearest them; Jerry-who-until-just-now-was-
Daphne glowers at them both. Good lord, he thinks distractedly,
she can't really not know what her breasts are doing right now.
And my fi– Osgood is practically drooling on her. His hand
itches to slap Osgood back into line; Daphne would have. He
doesn't.  Osgood mugs at Sugar, surprisingly, in a grandfatherly
rather than flirtatious fashion. "Out to my yacht. We're going
to South America! I think."  "Nooo, we're not," Jerry says
dully. "We ain't eloping, Osgood."  Joe leans past Sugar into
the front of the motorboat as we