The Unwilling Bride
The Unwilling Bride
“You wouldn’t be a doofus and lie if you needed some financial help, would you…? Yeah, I know you can take care of yourself, Gwen, but I’ve been making so much money I’m ashamed, downright sinfully ashamed—you’d be doing me a big favor if you took some of this guilty loot off my hands…okay, okay, don’t get your pride all bent out of shape. I hear you, you’re okay financially…”
Paige had grabbed the telephone just as she was climbing upstairs to get ready for bed. In one swift move, she lifted the receiver, tugged the mens’ extra large Harvard nightshirt over her head and plastered the traveling phone to her ear again. She flicked off the bathroom light, then the hall light, still talking to her sister as she walked barefoot in the dark toward her bedroom.
“Well listen, Gwen, how about if I just send a plane ticket for you and my favorite monsters? You could just stay here for a couple of weeks, a month, rest up, give me a chance to spoil my nephews to death and get your mind off that s...on of a mangy cow…all right, all right, I won’t call him a bastard or a sad excuse for a dust bag.MoreLess
Paige had grabbed the telephone just as she was climbing upstairs to get ready for bed. In one swift move, she lifted the receiver, tugged the mens’ extra large Harvard nightshirt over her head and plastered the traveling phone to her ear again. She flicked off the bathroom light, then the hall light, still talking to her sister as she walked barefoot in the dark toward her bedroom.
“Well listen, Gwen, how about if I just send a plane ticket for you and my favorite monsters? You could just stay here for a couple of weeks, a month, rest up, give me a chance to spoil my nephews to death and get your mind off that s...on of a mangy cow…all right, all right, I won’t call him a bastard or a sad excuse for a dust bag.MoreLess
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