Illusion of Luck
Larry wondered why he had put up with her. He had long suspected she was doing the pool boy. Or one of the neighbors. Or all the neighbors. Because he knew she was not going without. Yet he was paying for everything. The spoiled brat had never worked a day in her life.
Meanwhile, Larry had cranked out six top-notch mystery novels. Sure--they hadn't been published. But he had worked hard to make them great pieces of literature. "You're not hearing me. There's nothing left. The bank is about to foreclose on the house."
"Liar! When my lawyer gets finished with you..."
"Yes? Go on."
"I'm feeling kinda weird."
"Really? Are you dizzy and nauseated?"
"Yeah. And my heart's beating like crazy."
"And your throat feels sore?"
"My mouth too. Larry, what have you done to me? Did you put something in the wine? I