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?"

stomach issues after drinking, so she

usual array of

everything was still there except for all

frozen, rage bubbling up inside

great..." He muttered several times, sarcastically nodding as he

'The more you pamper women, the bigger

open. Murray immediately

shoes, looking up

sofa, uninterested. "What

our dear mom to check on my beloved brother." As she spoke, Hertha headed toward the kitchen, "I haven't

reason she had a good impression of Roseanne was her

"Murray, why does it look like a ghost kitchen here? Where's Roseanne? Isn't she home today? That's

to come down, and if luck

massaged his temples, wishing

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

at the hospital?" Murray straightened up