"I've been living a lie," continued Mother, "and well...all those nights I've been perfecting Connie Jackson's Watergate salad recipe down at her place?"
Father's face turned red; his moustache flared as his breathing increased.
"Connie's rumpus room has been earning its name," finished Mother. "We're in love, Connie and me."
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Truth Unspoken.
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