Sum Off, Good one. The silver box was gleaming with fresh polish. It looked brand new indeed. But being a wisely married man, I did not admit it. I knew my Miranda rights. I did have the right to remain silent. Anything I said could and would be used against me by the law of marriage. I was well aware that she would use it against me every time I fail short of an equivalent job cleaning the Pressure Cooker: “Maile gareko kaam ra timile gareko kaam maa difference hera ta.”