"Down on my luck?" Roland snorted. "If this keeps up, our family will have to suffer from misfortune for the rest of our lives!" "What's wrong?" Turning around, Jezebelle asked.
"Sales aren't great for the current quarter," Roland replied a little touchily. As they spoke, someone rammed into the door, flinging it open. "Mom, Dad, this is the end of me!" Megan launched herself into Jezebelle's arms as soon as she entered the room.
Hearing her wails only served to further irritate Roland. "Stop crying! Not like anybody is dead!" "What's the matter, Megan? Tell us the whole story."
"Finneas… He… He wants to divorce me!" Shocked, Roland jumped out of bed. "What did you say?"
In a similar state of bewilderment, Jezebelle cried, "Is he really going to do that?"
