Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Richard looked at Keaton, clearly skeptical. "Who gave you the whiskey then?"

"I got it myself," Keaton replied, trying to sound casual.

"Oh, come on! You can barely stand! Be straight with me-which one of the guys outside helped you?"

Richard was eyeing the security guards by the door.

Keaton, not wanting to get them in trouble, dug in his heels. "I told you, I got it myself!"

"Oh, really? Then get up and grab another bottle. Go on, let's see it!"

"I... well, Grandpa's cabinet is empty, isn't it?" Keaton stalled.

"There's still plenty in your great-grandad's stash! Get up! Go fetch it!"

Keaton shook his head stubbornly, "I'm not getting up!"

He couldn't get up, of course. If he did, Winona would be exposed.

Richard's face turned an angry shade of red. "You're not getting up? Fine! You think I can't deal with you? If you don't, I'll bring every one of those guards in here and sort it out the old-fashioned way! I want to see which of them thinks my rules don't matter!"

Keaton clenched his jaw-he was caught.

heads cared for their staff, and the staff, in turn, cared for them. Keaton knew if he

way" wasn't just a phrase. When they said "family discipline," it meant getting smacked with a wooden paddle until someone

Keaton gritted his teeth and turned

gawking at my misery and go find Gale already? He's been bewitched by some gold-digging vixen lately, and don't step in, your

daughter-in-law's going to

vetone

bolt!

Forget about that Christmas

long gone,

seven or eight years if

blinked in confusion.

every word clearly. "Some woman's got her claws in Gate, and he's falling for it

catfight with

им

That perfect daughter-in-law you

spun on their heels

then turned to Mr. and Mrs. Murphy. "And you two? You'd better go check on Booker. Wait too long, and

it your grandchild. That's right—a grandkid

wide, then rushed out just as fast as the

hall fell silent for a