Chapter 37 Bonnie To His Clyde
- Holding two red cups in her hands, Scarlett waltzed over to her little corner and asked, "why are you miserable at your own party? What's eating you?"
- "Thanks," Marybeth mumbled as she took one of the cool drinks. "I don't suppose there's a shot of vodka in here, right?"
- "Why? Married life is already stressful?"