It was even harder to keep her composure five and a half hours later at breakfast. George usually worked six days a week, but occasionally he stayed home and enjoyed a lazy Saturday morning with his family. Any other time Claire would have been thrilled with his company and the sense of family togetherness, but she hated everything about her husband today. Claire labored at the stove, tending to a hot skillet crackling with bacon. The grease from the shrinking meat bubbled and popped, and for the life of her Claire couldn’t think of one good reason why she shouldn’t dump the contents of the pan on Mr. Hudgens’s head. In a pleasant daydream, she imagined what the burns would look like on his bald dome, pink and blistering, maroon and painful. George sat at the table behind her with his newspaper and the cup of coffee she made for him. Much to Claire’s chagrin, there were no crushed pills in his coffee and no anthrax on his newspaper.
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