Lynn rolled off, reached out for her wine glass, took a big gulp, and rested back on her pillow. “Wow! That was great.” Ron took a quick sip from his glass and replied, “Yes, it was.” “You don’t sound too sure.” “Oh, I’m sorry, Lynn, of course it was great. It always is.” “Is something wrong?” “No, everything’s fine. What makes you ask?” “When you use that tone of voice with me, I know that something’s bothering you. Now out with it.” “There’s no fooling you, is there?” “Not after all these years. What’s the matter, sweetheart?” “Lynn, I didn’t tell you sooner because I didn’t want to mess up Thanksgiving, but we’re having a financial crunch at the Center. To top it off, Pete and I have a perfect solution to smooth things over, and that bastard Hazleton refuses to consider it.”
