said Kathy to her husband. “And I fried that chicken myself. Betty doesn’t do it right. And I made the hollandaise sauce; I don’t like the prepared variety. It’s your favorite dinner, and you aren’t eating a thing! I’m hurt.” “Sony, darling,” said Mark, and put his fork into a succulent chicken leg. But the utensil was heavy in his fingers; his stomach turned. Kathy was regarding him anxiously. “I do wish you’d go to Dr. Hauser, and not Dr. Bowes. You haven’t had your yearly check-up. Mark, you must have lost at least ten pounds, and you can’t afford it!” “I’ve been working hard,” said Mark. “Please don’t worry. We have a new contract, and it’s tricky.” Angelo late with his usual finicky care, but he watched his father through his eyelashes. So, the old boy was still thinking of that stinker, dear Auntie Alicia! Much good it would do him. He, Angelo, had effectively scared her away, forever. Now, there was no threat to his good and happy life, and no unexpected visits when he had to see her ugly watching face.
