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

enough, Murray found the medicine box in the drawer, stocked with his usual array of stomach remedies.

except for all her documents like her ID,

stood frozen, rage bubbling

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

more you pamper women, the bigger their egos

open. Murray immediately headed downstairs. "What are you

off her shoes, looking up in surprise.

the sofa, uninterested. "What

brother." As

impression

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

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

Murray massaged

Roseanne feeling unwell? I

her at the hospital?" Murray straightened up a