“Where have you been, George?” Norma glared at him.
“Simmer down. Don’t be such a shrew.” He threw his jacket on the chair. “We got
anything left to drink around here?”
“Drink? You smell like a brewery already. Where is it?”
”Lay off, will ya?”
“You knew I had reservations giving you that money.”
He fumbled in his pants pocket and tossed a wad of bills in her direction.
George tittered without humour.
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