“I don’t know how much longer I can stand to be locked up in this house,” the blonde complained.
“That Orange fella was on to me.” The trembling increased. “I know that was him outside our house.”
“Peter Orange is a complete nincompoop idiot.” Mr. Aubright declared. “You need to get a hold of yourself!”
Tears welled in his wife’s eyes. “Why are you being so heartless?”
“You have all the luxury you could ever want! All those diamonds, dresses, perfumes, whatever you ask for, you get. You have nothing to complain about!”
nothing
“The police are after me!” Mrs. Aubright slammed her palm against the table with emotion. “That’s worth complaining about!”
“I’ve had enough of your paranoia!”
“We are housing a fugitive!”
“We are all on the lam, darling.” His words struck her to the c
