The 87-year-old said, "Well, I eat rye bread every day. It keeps your energy level high and you'll have great stamina with the ladies."So, on the way ...home the 80-year-old stopped at the bakery.As he was looking around, the saleslady asked if he needed any help.He said, "Do you have any rye bread?" Yes, there's a whole shelf of it. Would you like some?"He said, "I want 5 loaves."She said, "My goodness, 5 loaves! By the time you get to the 3rd loaf, it'll be hard."He replied, "I can't believe. "So ... we're gonna break into the rehab center and rescue Liv's Grannie," Finn stated in a matter-of-fact tone. "But the problem is that the rehab center is surrounded by a heavy-duty fence and guards. Oh, and Mitch seems to have some kind of personal army at his disposal. So, we were thinking we should return some borrowed property." Finn pointed to the Jeep sitting on the wrecker. "To show him how much we appreciate the loan, I was thinking we could modify it a little. Y'know, add armor,. ‘Therefore as the church is subject unto Christ, so let the wives be to their own husbands in every thing.’ Most of you will not work outside of the home. Most of you will spend your time and energy transforming your home into a Heaven on Earth for your husband. Obey, submit, give yourself over to your Lord and never let your home be less than a safe haven for him to retreat into after a long day in the corrupt world. Do not be a thorn in his side, do not be demanding and headstrong, do not. You'll get in the way of the first-aiders."Isobel nodded but it did nothing to calm her anxiety. She fretted until, clutching a pad to his cheek, Gerry was helped to his feet and supported to the touchline. She ran to him but managed to restrain herself from leaping at him. Instead she took his free hand and looked anxiously at him.He smiled crookedly at her. "I'll live," he mumbled.Isobel turned to one of the first-aiders. "I'm his fiancée," she said. "Is there anything I can do to help?".