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Lancer Drabble
by S
Teresa O'Brien stomped into the kitchen at Lancer where Murdoch sat drinking coffee.
"Those sons of yours! I'd like to strangle them."
"What did they do...this time?"
"They were horsing around and knocked down my clean wash clothes."
"That does it! It's time we talk."
"They're in the wash house--redoing the laundry."
"Too bad about the mess, but you know how brothers are."
"How could I? I've never had any."
"Well, you've got them now."
"I suppose I do, but now I have a question for you."
"What?"
"Just how soon can I trade them in for two sisters?"
THE END