Ralph and Edy

Edy went upstairs to deliver the mail to her 2nd floor tenants. Ralph answered the door. A waft of warm air smelling of Pine Sol drifted into the hallway. She could see his wife Betty was on her knees on the linoleum floor, in agony.
What's going on?
She ate my leftover meatball sandwich while I was at work. So now she has to be punished and kneel on raw rice. It's an old world domestic torture my dad taught us as kids in the Bronx, Ralph said.
That's not very nice, Edy said.
It's not about nice. It's about respect. If you respect me I respect you. If you disrespect me I'll kill you, Ralph shouted.
Yadda yadda. Here's five bucks, she said handing him a bill from her flowered apron. Now go, get lost. Go to the avenue and buy yourself a meatball sandwich. I'm going to make a cup of tea for your wife. She lifted Betty by the arm and brushed off her knees. And Don't come back too soon, ya hear, she said. Kneeling on rice? she whispered. I've never heard of such a thing. If he ever does this to you again I'm calling the police.