Michael Malone - Weebly

love to eat; I'm just going to have to marry a gourmet,
that's all."
A clump of cards in hand, Bredforet poked his
head through the door, looked around, and said, "We
should have gone out."
"Just a few more minutes," his wife vowed. The
door swung shut.
She sawed a head of lettuce into quarters and
spooned mayonnaise onto each. The two women
surveyed their handiwork. "It doesn't look very
promising, does it?" sighed Mrs. Bredforet.
"Don't talk like that. They can take it or leave it,"
admonished Dr. Deeds. "If they don't want this, let them
eat pizza. They're old enough to feed themselves. Men
just pretend to be helpless."
Mrs. Bredforet giggled. "Why, yes! Let them eat
pizza. Why, yes."
On Glover's Lane the Sniffells dined with the
Hayeses, because the Hayeses had dined with the
Sniffells in May. In the kitchen, June Hayes leaned on
the counter with her fingers pressed against her eyelids.
Her little radio above the sink played the waltz from