Wednesday Munsters Novels & Stories

He threw a banquet to celebrate. Mark and Sharon showed up at the banquet. Sharon's face was covered with thick makeup, but it could not hide the sadness in her eyes. I heard she was not doing well in her marriage as Mark always worked overtime at the office and was never home. Since Sharon had married Mark as a secretary, the other secretaries under Mark tried to dress up, hoping they could catch Mark's attention one day. Sharon was furious but could not anger Mark, so she was stuck in her frustration.

The Alessio, the eldest of the three says. "Yes, cause there's an Aunty May here with me." I glance at my secretary who chuckles and takes a seat. "Get into the car and come see your Aunty May, okay?" I say. "Sì." They all say in unison. (yes) "God! These children will definitely not kill me." I mumble and May giggle. I roll my eyes and glance at the three little minions on my wallpaper. My three little bunch of joy.

"You want me to go make it up to him? He's hopelessly in love with me, so he can't possibly live without me, especially after being together for more than two decades. "He'll come crawling back to me within three days, giving me money and begging me to marry him. He's clearly too spoiled." It was then that the comment section popped up. "I'm laughing so hard right now. Is the female lead really that dumb? I mean, she doesn't even realize that the Sorenson family has withdrawn all their capital. Sutherland Group is about to go down in flames!" "Oh, my God! Your entire family is falling apart, yet you're still acting so smug!"

LENA It was a Wednesday. I want to be precise about this because the Wednesday quality of it matters, not a significant day, not the particular and weighted day of a Sunday dinner or a foundation meeting or any of the specific and notable occasions that had accumulated since September. A Wednesday in the third week of November, the particular and ordinary quality of a midweek evening, the specific and unremarkable shape of a day that had been a working day and was becoming a working night. The foundation documents had expanded.

“What day is it today?” “It’s the day after Wednesday and the day before Friday which is Thursday. It’s Thursday all day long until midnight.” “Very good. Who are the people in this room with you today?” “Sister, Doc Harper Harper Harper, and Mickey Mouse.” “Is Mickey Mouse a person or a cartoon?” “Mickey Mouse is a cartoon in Disney and he’s a man over there in the corner and he likes my sister. I saw him looking at her with sparkling eyes.” “Oh my god,” I whisper. I stare at the floor, knowing there’s no way I can stop this freight train. When Jersey gets on a roll, no one can stop him. No one who doesn’t want a giant tantrum on their hands can, anyway.