Michael Malone - Weebly

Sleeping Beauty. She turned it up as loud as it would
go. Almost immediately her husband, A.A., slipped
through the door and shut it quickly behind him. He
snapped the radio off and caught her hand when she
reached for the dial again. He felt a thick weight on his
chest as he let his breath out before he quietly said,
"Honey? What's going on?
You've been in here ten minutes. Where's the
dessert? They're just sitting out there. Okay, okay, I'm
sorry I asked them," he hissed, "but I don't see how we
could have decently…" Hayes set out coffee cups on a
tray. "I'll take these out. Would you cut the pie?"
When Hayes returned, June still stood at the sink.
"June!
Where's the pie?" He had thought his luck was
going to hold. He had managed to bribe his son,
Charlie, into taking his younger siblings out for
hamburgers and a movie. He had gotten through the
meal—
Ida talked so much it didn't matter that June
wouldn't open her mouth. He had almost made it. And
now this.