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.

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

said "family discipline," it meant getting smacked with a wooden paddle until someone fessed up or couldn't sit

no other option, Keaton gritted his teeth and turned to Mr.

quit gawking at my misery and go find Gale already? He's been

daughter-in-law's going to

vetone

bolt!

Forget about that Christmas

be long

seven or eight years if you're

blinked in confusion.

falling for it If you hurry, you'll find them together right now.

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That perfect

Windham's faces darkened. Without another word, they spun on their heels and hurried out,

Mr. and Mrs. Murphy. "And you two? You'd better go check on Booker.

That's right—a grandkid with no Murphy

and Mrs. Murphy froze, eyes wide, then

family hall fell silent