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!

be this much drama, she wouldn't have bothered checking

though they'd seen the whiskey bottles, no one had

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

But-

struck in

Windham suddenly

There are two glasses! Look-two whiskey glasses right in front of Keaton! He didn't drink alone. Someone else is

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

around the room like a

core.

room fell

it cool, suddenly looked

heart nearly leapt out of her

glass... she chanted in

Two glasses!

to

stashed the takeout bags behind the old family portraits, kicked the

veine

off the floor... but the glasses

God, she wanted to go home. She wanted her

silence in that

suffocating. You could pl

on the candles by

of eyes was fixed on those two

obvious. Two people had been