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 by...Hello? Are

found the medicine box in the drawer, stocked with his usual array of stomach remedies. After he took the medicine and felt the pain

was still there except for all her documents like her ID, passport, and diplomas. Everything was gone. And

stood frozen, rage bubbling up

muttered several times, sarcastically nodding

more you pamper women, the bigger their

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

was taking off her shoes, looking up in surprise. "Who else were

lazily on the sofa, uninterested. "What do you want?

beloved brother." As she spoke, Hertha headed toward the kitchen, "I

had a good impression of Roseanne was

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

for Murray to come down, and

again. Murray massaged his temples, wishing to

I saw her

saw her at the hospital?" Murray