Motherhood is Murder [antikvár]

Serena Grover Jones staggered in the front door, stepped on a roll of gold foil, and tumbled into the open coat closet. She swore a blue streak as she struggled to get up without crushing the parcels she'd dropped on the floor.A moment later, her husband Bill walked into the house, glanced at his sprawled wife, and proceeded upstairs.Renie, as she was known to family and friends, swore some more. As she finally got to her feet, the phone rang. Having lost her sandals in the mishap, she dashed to the phone in her bare feet.''Hi, coz," her cousin Judith Flynn said in a cheerful tone, "how long have you been home? I tried to call you half an hour ago, but you didn't answer. Did you get my message?""No," Renie said sharply. "What do you want?""Nothing important," Judith replied, sounding taken aback. "What's wrong? Has the triple wedding ruined your disposition?""My disposition's been ruined for years, as well you know," Renie retorted, carrying the phone to the refrigerator to get a Pepsi. "Bill and I just got