Just as Donnie started to get busy with the Miss America city finals, Robert found Donnie with a bottle of whiskey in hand.
"What's happened? Your face looks like you ate a bowl of cockroaches for breakfast!"
Margaret rolled her eyes at Donnie, then prepared chopsticks and a bowl for Robert; they were having breakfast at the time.
"Someone drank this whiskey at our tavern last night and died!"
Robert placed the whiskey on the table, his face clouded with anger.
Donnie put down his milk, "Did this come from LeBron's supply?"
Donnie was still confident in the quality of the whiskey produced in Elwood Village.
Robert nodded, "That's right, LeBron has been making more and more little moves lately; it seems he can hardly restrain himself!"
Donnie said, "I'll have Robinson give a heads up to the other three newspapers; this won't get out to the press!"
