Paying His Bet
Charlene makes a payment - with interest
The back door opened and slammed shut as you sat watching TV in the living room. A few moments later, your tired and grim-looking husband entered the room. “What’s wrong, Chuck? You look beat?” “I am,” he replied. “Listen, Charlene, I need to talk to you, and I need your help. OK?” “Sure, just tell me what’s going on.” “You know Jake, my supervisor down at the plant – right? Well, he’s coming over for dinner tonight.” “Wh...