CHAPTER SIX
"Christ," Dennis Harper groaned, as he entered the den and dropped onto the couch. "Gloria, that was the best lamb I ever tasted."
"It was great, Gloria," Mabel responded. "I wish I could cook like that, but I can hardly boil water."
"You're sure as hell right about that," Dennis tossed at his wife.
"Oh shut up," the embarrassed young brunette spat at her young husband.
"All right ... all right, you two," Martin wheedled. "Don't get so uptight. Cooking isn't everything." He turned to Mabel. "Hey, you can help me with the after-dinner drinks."
With a defiant toss of her head, the young girl got up and followed Martin to the bar.
"Dennis, you should be more patient with Mabel," Gloria said as she sat down on the sofa beside the young husband. "She's young and sensitive."
