Michael Malone - Weebly

there's not a blessed reason. America is just too nice,
that's all. Honey, you take my advice, don't get mixed
up in any funny business. Joe just couldn't believe she'd
gone over there, bothering you, with you sick and all.
'Wait'll Hawk hears.' That's what Joe was saying
this morning. How much is that package? Are you
kidding? That's more than the pajamas cost! I might as
well buy a ticket and fly them out to Hollywood myself.
Maybe meet a movie star, have a little fling!" Sarah
rolled her eyes and popped her gum with cheerful
lasciviousness. "Heaven help us, Judith, if they keep on
with this inflation, there's not going to be a thing left that
ordinary folks like me and you can afford to buy.
Can't afford to mail a package, can't afford to turn
on the furnace, can't afford to put gas in the car. But
what can you do? Judith, Joe and I are buying a house.
Finally we just said it's now or never. The way things
are going, in six months they'll double the price and
leave off the roof. But we got to go, my boys are
hanging from the beams where we're renting now."
"Yes, I know you're—"
"Crowded? Honey, we might as well, all seven of