Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

The previous night was a bit out of hand. Cliff insisted on keeping the party going even after they'd all had more than enough.

When the driver dropped Murray off at his mansion, dawn was breaking. He had barely crashed onto his bed, the wave of sleepiness overwhelming, but he forced himself to stagger to the bathroom for a quick shower.

'Maybe Roseanne won't chew me out?' In his groggy state, Murray wondered.

He woke up again, this time to pain.

"Damn..." he groaned, clutching his stomach as he rolled out of bed.

"My stomach is killing me! Anne..." He stopped mid-sentence, a frown creasing his brow. Roseanne held a grudge this time, more than in their last fight.

'Fine, let's see how long she can keep this up. But where are the meds?' Murray ransacked the living room, checking every possible storage space, but couldn't find the emergency medicine kit.

He called Sadie.

Sadie answered the phone. "You're looking for antacids? They're in the medicine box."

Murray's temples throbbed as he took a deep breath. "And where is that?"

drinking, so she ensured to stock up and keep it close

box in the drawer, stocked with his usual array of stomach remedies. After he took the

there except for all her documents

frozen, rage bubbling up inside

He muttered several times, sarcastically

cursed silently, 'The more you pamper women,

door open. Murray immediately headed downstairs. "What are you

was taking off her shoes, looking up

the sofa, uninterested. "What

our dear mom to check on my beloved brother." As she spoke, Hertha headed toward

she had a good impression of

she asked curiously, "Murray, why does it look like a ghost kitchen

prepared a meal, waiting for Murray to come down, and if luck were on Hertha's side, she'd get to join

name again. Murray massaged his

the kitchen. "Is Roseanne feeling unwell? I saw her at the hospital yesterday, and she

hospital?" Murray straightened up