Second cousin Henry.

Long ago and not far away enough there was and still is a small town in eastern CT named Oneco. You can google earth it and see for your self, if your stomach is strong enough. Any way in the center of town near the bridge,is a fire house and behind that is a mill that produced pressed paper for note book covers and stuff. Across the driveway, from the firehouse, that led to the mill was a duplex house that Henry and his family resided in. Henry's wife was a skinny thing that did unusual things from time to time. She could also scare a hungry dog off a meat wagon. Henry worked at the paper mill which was 100 yards from his door. Every morning he would walk to work and most mornings the third shift workers would be driving out to go home. Henry would wave to some of them as they passed. This went on for years, or so it seemed to Henry. One fateful morning Henry forgot his lunch. Being Henry he didn't realize this until he got to work and it was too late to go back and get it. He figured that he would get it at coffee break in a few hours. Coffee break came and Henry walked back home to get his lunch. He noticed something odd as he approached his house. A car belonging to one of the third shift workers he waved to every morning was parked at his door. He thought nothing about it and proceded to enter the house to get his lunch. Nobody home, that's odd he thought. He looked around and found no one so he went upstairs and looked around too. Needless to say the owner of the car parked in front of his door and Henrys' wife were parked in his bed. Not at all motionless. Henry was quite taken aback at what he was witnessing. (Henry later relayed this story to the locals at Red Doors (his real name was Irving but he had red hair) garage and this is his quote.) " I told him I will give you exactly twenty minutes to finish what your doing and get the Hell out of here. And He knew I was mad too because I slammed the door on my way out".
I would have much appreciated it if Henry had not gone to the garage and told his story to the people gathered there. But he did. Henry didn't say whether he remembered to take his lunch with him or not.