Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Keaton's eyes went wide with pain as he yelped right there in front of everyone, "Ouch!"

For a second, the whole family room went dead silent. Richard's temper just shot through the roof.

"Ouch, my ass! Did I even touch you? I'm a good ten feet away! You trying to pull a fast one on me now? If I don't smack you into next week, I'll call you Daddy myself!"

Janelle's sobs grew even louder, her voice cracking,

"Go ahead, hit him! Try it! Hit him one more time and I swear I'll file for divorce tonight, I mean it—"

Mrs. Windham and Mrs. Murphy rushed in to calm things down.

"Rich, for goodness' sake, Harold loved his eldest grandson more than anything. Sure, those bottles of whiskey were his pride and joy, but he never let any strangers touch them!"

"That's right. If his own grandson drank it, Harold wouldn't have minded at all."

Richard was still fuming.

"He doesn't get to drink it unless he's married! That whiskey wasn't meant for him,

it was for Harold's future granddaughter-in-law!"

The room was filled with shouting and chaos. Winona was huddled up next to Keaton, trembling like a leaf.

A few hours ago, she was a queen. Now she looked more like a stray kitten who'd wandered into the wrong yard.

She barely dared to breathe, her heart hammering in her chest.

If she'd known this was how things would go, she wouldn't have touched that whiskey if it was the last drink on earth!

known there'd be this much drama, she wouldn't have bothered checking on Keaton at all. Let him

seen the whiskey bottles,

old wooden cot was jammed up against the wall in a dark corner. She was skinny

But-

in the

Windham suddenly

There are two glasses! Look-two whiskey glasses right in front of

Someone else...in...here...

the room like a thunderclap, rattling everyone to

core.

room fell eerily

who'd been playing it cool, suddenly looked a

nearly leapt out

glass... she chanted in her

Two glasses!

to hide the

takeout bags behind the old family portraits, kicked the whiskey bottles under the bed against the

veine

up the napkins off the floor... but

to go home.

in that

suffocating. You could pl

melting on

eyes was fixed on those two

Two people had been