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whole jar thing was just so much nonsense, a waste of time that had already gotten far more attention than it deserved. |
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Betty Elizabeth was in one of her demanding moods. "I want you to pick that disgusting thing up, carry it over to the cliff and throw it over." |
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"But . . . " he protested. |
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"No buts about it," she snapped. "We're here, so we might as well get rid of the disgusting thing once and for all." |
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Theodore's second protest was aborted before the words even got out of his mouth. |
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"Just do it," Betty Elizabeth said icily. "I don't like it, and if your father were here, he wouldn't want that disgusting thing sitting on his headstone either." |
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"Well, he isn't here, and the truth of the matter is that I doubt if he'd give a damn whether the jar was sitting there or not." |
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Betty Elizabeth hauled out her ultimate weapon. "Either you move that jar, or I move out of the bedroom," she threatened. |
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"I don't see how the two are connected," Theodore sputtered. He followed his feeble attempt at logic with a surrendering shrug. What the hell, he thought to himself, if it's so damned important to her, why not do it? Besides, it was the path of least resistance. He bent over and picked up the jar, surprised at how much heavier it felt now than it had |
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