That image had her laughing so hard that she had to sit down in the sand. She wiped some tears of joy from her eyes and looked up at the other girl. She couldn't remember when she had last laughed - really laughed. "Are rich husbands afraid of wives who fart?" she asked, still trying to control her giggles. "You're completely right not to marry! At some point you'll be so full of gas, you'll float away!" She began to laugh again.