(A Week Later)
“Golly, Mr Wetta, we must really be old married folks,” Pauline said as she rinsed a plate and handed it to Johnny to dry. In answer to his puzzled look, she continued, “It’s Saturday night and we aren’t going out dancing or even playing cards. Thank Heavens!”
“You’re right, we’re hardly ever home on Saturday night. But I really agree with the thank heavens. I’m exhausted after a week of moving Mom and Dad to Wichita, and then moving our things in here.” He finished drying the last pot and patted her protruding belly. “Can’t imagine how tired you must be with the work of moving while carrying that extra bundle around.”
“Well, we are lucky that we don’t own much yet so packing our place was easy. And you know your mom wouldn’t let me lift any of their things that weighed m
